Xth Dimension This Story or any other story posted in this directory is readily available anywhere throuout the internet.I have chosen not to claim any of them as my personal work.As I start to write stories,they will be posted in this directory. Note:Xth Dimension is my trademark.though not recognized,this trademark will be thoroughly defended as seen fit by myself. CUTE01 - Part One ----------------- This story is intended for broad-minded adults only. It will develop to include all aspects of sex and if *anything* contained in erotic fiction offends you, please don't read it - It's not meant for you! If you do enjoy all types of rude stories, from cute to kinky, slightly dirty to downright obscene, please read on. Otherwise, as they say, press CTRL C now... CONTRIBUTIONS - IMPORTANT ------------------------- Don't worry, you'll get to the story soon. I want ideas for how to progress this story. Upload them at R&E's and they *will* be incorporated - promise! Read it, then imagine that you're the character. What would *you* want to happen? Some questions:- What new characters would you introduce? Tell me their ages, their names, describe their characters, their appearance, and their clothes. What would happen to them? Anything goes, from straight sex, gay or lesbian sex, lots of oral, or B&D/S&M. Just put together a screen-full of ideas, and see your fantasies introduced into the on-going story. Put them into a file and upload it. That way, both you and I remain anonymous, and we can both write anything unhindered. So that I know where to look, upload your ideas (or stories) as CUTEC followed by the next available number. For example CUTEC01.ZIP. Do it now, and see the next part in a day or two! ------------------------------------ Cute01 Part 1. Ever since I was thirteen or fourteen, I've had a fascination with innocent girls being dirty. There were always some girls who slept with anyone, and came to school in abbreviated gym-slips, flashing their young thighs for anyone who cared to watch. I'd watch them, and enjoy their little parades, but I thought they were cheap, and wouldn't really fantasize about them. Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who looked horny without really meaning to. An example was Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short brown curly hair, and aged about 12. She always looked sexy in a girlish sort of way - maybe wearing a pink woolly sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs... I never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my school-boy cock. One weekend, her brother's parents were away, and he decided to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close, and I wasn't about to try anything with her while my friends looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm around her - She edged towards me, obviously not interested, and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees. I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. "I'm tired.." she murmured into my ear. "Will you take me to bed?". We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself, had drank far too much considering her age. "Can I help you?" I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow the went from the halter top round her neck. "There's some clips on the back" Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard, maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt's hem, then round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag, pressed body to body, closely together. My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag, I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin closer as she slowly masturbated me. The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming. "Can I cum inside of you?" I asked, gently. By way of an answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees. Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine, then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed, and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her body. Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the skin between my scrotum and anus. "Juliette, my bottom, touch my bottom and help me cum....". The obedient girl kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my rectum making me gasp. "Do it, please, do it now" she said, crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from the inside of my legs, up into my balls. "Yes, Juliette, Yes" I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant. I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me, pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again. Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis softened, and we, together, fell asleep. I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem, and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was 'just a telephone message' looked down again. It wasn't until I returned home that I opened it. My parents were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from my pocket, laying it on the bed. "Dear Ian, Last night was lovely for me... I love you so much, but know that you're probably not interested in a girl like me because I'm too young. I don't mind if you have lots of other girl-friends, but I'll always do anything for you. I've been looking at William's dirty magazines since I came to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I didn't like it, or if it hurt me, because you're all that matters. Please call me, and even if I'm not as old, or as pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that I'll always say yes to you. I love you. Juliette." ------------------------------------ Cute Part 2. I lay on my bed, tired from the previous evening, but feeling elated from my first real sexual experience of the night before. I shut my eyes and remembered Juliette's lithe young body pressed against me, her tight juicy pussy squeezing my hard cock. I begin to harden under my jeans, and pulled a small briefcase from under my bed. I flipped the combination "696 969", not really understanding what a 69 was, but knowing that it was appropriate! The case opened, and I removed a plastic bag from inside. I'd collected this batch of 'dirty' pictures and magazines over the previous year or two. It had started with a few Swedish "Private" magazines that I'd bought from an older guy at school, then been added to by a stash of books that we found in a nearby dump. At the top was an envelope of pictures taken from the Sunday paper advertising sections, from clothes catalogues, and various other papers, books, and magazines. I laid out some of the pictures, and begin to masturbate. I gazed at the first picture, ripped out from a copy of "Rolling Stone". It was of a fourteen year old German singer, 'Nena', looking girlishly horny in a tight-fitting little black dress, her long legs slightly parted as she pouted for the camera. Her lovely short brown hair stopped short of her shoulders, and little bangs of hair covered her forehead, some curling over her eyes. To its right was a photography taken from a kitchen-fittings catalogue. A pretty blonde woman was pouring coffee, her back to the photographer, dressed in a towel robe the just reached below her buttocks. Facing her was one of her daughters, aged maybe 15, with long strawberry-blonde hair tied up with a length of pink ribbon. The young girl was reaching up for a carton of corn-flakes, stood on tip- toes, and pulling up the hem of a short, baby-blue night-shirt. Little slits on the night-shirts sides ran up to her waist, just exposing a pair of tight frilly panties. My eyes fell to some photographs I'd taken from my Mum's album. The first showed my youngest cousin, Michaela, at my own little sister's eighth birthday party. Michaela couldn't have been much over six at the time, and I felt bad for fantasizing about the winsome little girl. She wore a frilly pale green party-dress, with bunched shoulders that left her arms bare, tight around her torso, and a cute flounced frilly skirt that started at her waist and finished at the top of her baby-girl thighs. Her short legs were covered in white cotton tights or stockings, her feet clad in a pair of petite pink school-girl shoes. She smiled at the camera, her little platinum-blonde pony-tail falling to one side of her face, hugged by a teddy-bear she held against her cheek. As I enjoyed sordid thoughts of these four girls naked in bed with me, playing with my genitals, and each others, I pulled a book from the plastic bag. The book, bound in a nondescript cardboard cover, said simply "Violated" and was one of my finds at the dump. When I first read it, I was partly disturbed at its contents, despite having read a multitude of pornographic stories in soft-porn magazines. However, on subsequent readings, I started to find the tale of sadism on a young, innocent, family to be a turn on. I turned to the first page, and begin to read. The book tells a fictional story of a family, attacked in the middle of the night by a gang of hoods. Having silently entered the husband and wife's bedroom they place chloroform-soaked pads against their faces, ensuring that they, at least temporarily, remain unconscious. After clearing the house of all apparent valuables, they realise that there's no jewellery amongst their stash and return to the couple. The husband is tightly bound, naked as he lays in bed, with clothes-line. The young, naked wife is dragged over to the small chair that sits by her dressing- table. They use more line to tie her body against the back of the chair, pulling the rope hard against her pert young breasts. Her free legs are pulled apart then lifted, bare under a short "teddy" nightie, so that they are widely parted, then tied in this position, one to each arm of the chair. One of the men leaves the room, carrying a bucket of cold water, and bringing the news that a young girl, presumably a daughter, lies asleep in the room next-door. Ignoring this for the moment, the man proceeds to pour half the water over the young woman, and the remainder over her husband. Both awake, and the woman starts screaming, before a hand is placed over her mouth. "Make any more noise, either of you, and the girl next-door gets our attention" says one of the men. Both remain silent as the man continues. "Now, where's your jewellery?" The husband speaks, his voice shaking with concern for his wife and family. "We...We don't have any.. It's all been sold... I promise.." "You expect us to believe that?" shouts the man. He removes a switch-blade from his jeans, wanders over to the wife, and holds the blade pointing downwards, the blunt side to her body, under the neck of the white nighty. With a single downward stroke, he slices through the thin silk material, splitting it to her navel, and allowing her breasts to bounce into view. "No more messing about. Tell us where it is!" "I m-m-mean it" stammers the husband. Our youngest s-s-son is ill, his medical b-b-bills were t-t-too much." "Well that's just not good enough!" yells the hood. With his hand, he pulls at the remainder of the women's nighty, tearing it from her supple body in a single movement. One of the men who'd tied up the husband moves forward. "Boss, can I have the bastard?" "Sure Tony. Enjoy yourself while I fuck his tarty wife!" The four men in the room start to undress, all but one sporting huge, stiff, pricks. The husband and wife look on in fear, unsure of what might follow, but fearing the worse. Their expectations are proved correct as the boss positions himself between the wifes spread-apart thighs, and with a single thrust drives himself into her warm exposed quim. She screams, hurting from the rude intrusion, but the cruel hoodlum is unconcerned, reaching to the dresser for a pair of panties, that he proceeds to push between the full pink lips of her mouth. As I read the book, I looked up at the 'kitchen' photograph. Gazing at the young blonde mother, I imagine it is her, tied to a chair in front of me, her lissome thighs spread for my pleasure. I allow my fingers to touch the inside of her thigh, moving them upwards towards her tightly stretched thin white panties. Her strawberry-blonde daughter moves behind me, and I feel the fifteen year old's arms circling my waist, as she pops the buttons on the fly of my Levis. My fingers press under the women's panties, and I push my fore-finger into her moist vagina, making her wiggle in embarrassment. Her daughter now has my trousers and underpants at my ankles and I step out of them, pushing another finger into the mother's cunt. "Sabina...What are you doing?" the mother asks, distressed. "Shut up Mummy, and let him do what he wants!" the captivating girl replies with a giggle. Moving to her Mama's side, she moves a hand between her own legs, stroking the inside of her soft pubescent thighs. Her hand moves up, to the hem of the little blue night-shirt, and raises it to fully expose the frilly white bikini panties. As she presses the fingers of her other hand against the clearly defined cleft of her labia, the little bimbo arches her back and emits a guttural sigh of lust. She raises her fingers to her pale pink lips, pouting like a little girl, then slips the tips of her fingers into her mouth. You imagine her panties dark from her moisture along the crease of her labia. "What have you done to make her like this?" sobs her mother. Removing the fingers from her mouth, the daughter replies "Mummy! I warned you didn't I!". The teenage blonde peels her panties down, revealing a thin blonde fuzz of pubic hair, then steps our of them. She brings them to her mummy's face, placing their damp crotch between the poor women's lips, and her own forefinger. With a push, she begins to stuff the cum-soaked cotton into her own mothers mouth until just the string of one waistband hangs down from her lips to her chin. "Fuck mummy for me Ian. Pretty Please?" As you savour the idea of the women's humiliation, you look at the book, still masturbating from your fantasies. The boss places his penis at the entrance to the wife's cunt, then with a single push, fills her with his nine inches of hard male flesh. The husband cries out at the cruel rape of his lovely wife, only to feel a pair of hands spreading the cheeks of his bottom. He sees in the dresser mirror a huge man, presumably Tony, positioning his cock, ready to impale him on it. "No....NO!" he shrieks, as Tony grabs his shoulders and pulls him hard. The huge, thick penis is even larger than that now inside his wife, and causes unbelievable agony as it tears through his virgin rectum. Tony is vigourous in thrusting forward and backwards, oblivious to the pain he is causing. Tony's face contorts as he reaches orgasm, and he fills the man's anus with his hot stinging ejaculate. The boss, turned on by the distress the husband's rape is causing his beautiful wife, also nears orgasm. "OK Slut... Unless you want me to let Tony add your daughter's ass to his conquests you'll do exactly as I ask. Understand?" The hog-tied woman nods her agreement vigourously, and her assailant pulls the panties from her mouth. "Right baby, this is the low-down. You're going to turn me on by saying obscene things about yourself. If they're dirty enough you might make me cum onto your tarty little face. Otherwise, well, otherwise we'll see how much better the young lady next door can do." The poor woman is dumbstruck from the horror of what is being done to her. "I thought you were going to co-operate bitch! Tony... get the girl!". "No...No.. I'll do what you say" sobs the woman, finding her voice. "Good girl! Now tell me what a slut you are!" "I'm a slut. I'm a tramp. I enjoy you fucking me.." sobs the woman. "You can do better than that! I want to hear the truth! You want to be raped, sodomised, you want to be spanked and whipped. You want to fuck your dog, and suck your daughter. Tony! Go and get her!" "NO! No.... I will...I'll do what you want, I am a slut and I wanted to be raped by you. I wanted to feel a huge cock, a cock too big for me, raping my pussy, while I'm slapped across the face. Push my slutty face to the floor, and I'll pull apart my buttocks and you can fuck my ass. Use a riding whip on my back while you fuck me.. I'll spread my legs and enjoy it as you pull out and my dog fucks me. I'll enjoy it, I'm a whore. I'll kiss my daughters sweet pussy, then you'll spank me again. Make me hurt but leave her alone." As these obscenities come from her sweet mouth, the boss ejaculates, spurting a wad of semen onto her cheek. As it drips down the side of her face a second string of cum hits the bridge of her nose, then a third shoots between her parted lips to land on her tongue. "Don't swallow!" orders the boss. On the dressing table sits a Polaroid camera. "Take dirty pictures of each other huh? I'd like a little momento for me and the boys. I'm going to take your photograph, and I want you to smile, and allow my cum to dribble from your lips. Do that and we'll go." The boss sits himself on the edge of the bed, pointing towards his captive. When the camera indicates that the flash is charged, he motions for her to start. "Smile baby. Make love to the camera, you've done it before I guess!" She pouts her lips as if to whistle, and blows, and a globule of semen dribbles out, the thick white cream leaving a glossy trail as it runs towards her chin. "Smile!" She raises the corners of her mouth, and parts her lips, little strings of cum stretching between them, and the boss presses the shutter button. "Hold that pose baby" he says, now surrounded by the other men, and shoots another frame. As the semen begins to drip from the women's face, landing as sticky strings on her firm young breasts, the men view the pictures as they develop. Both show just her face, smiling, and dripping with cum. "Tony.. Put one of these on the girl's pillow. The other we'll take with us! A word to anyone baby, and I copy this and push it through every mail-box in the street!" The men run from the house laughing, the couple destined to remain tied, until their daughter wakes up. As they reach the town limits the boss stops. "Tony... did you leave the picture for the girl to see?". There's no answer. "Shit! Where's Tony?" The other men shrug their shoulders, and continue walking, away from the scene of their crime. As I reached this, the end of the book's first chapter, I looked at the first picture, cute, pretty Nena, a dirty little bimbo, aching for my cum. Wanking furiously, I climaxed, dripping my cum all over her horny little black dress, making the ink run. If only it were real, I contemplated, then remembering Juliette's letter, realised that it could be. -------------------------------------- End of CUTE02 Cute Part 3. Having slept for most of the day, I awoke at dusk, ready for another evening out. I realised that the phone was ringing, so raced down-stairs to catch it. "Hello - Ian speaking". "Hi Ian! This is Sophie - did you have a good time last night?" Sophie was my girlfriend, slightly older than me, and had been at cheer- leader training the previous night. "Err, yes Soph - It was OK". "Well listen, I've got some cinema tickets - do you want to come? They're showing "The Exorcist" and "Evil Dead" - It should be really scary!" I wondered for a moment whether Juliette would be there. The cinema was run by some Italians, who didn't seem to take any attention of age at the door, so most of the local kids went quite a lot. Sophie would kill me if she found out about Juliette. It would also be very embarrassing! All the same, I hadn't seen the movies before, and Sophie was both one of the prettiest in town, and cute in the way I liked, so I said I'd go. Sophie was waiting outside when I arrived. I wouldn't have claimed to be the best looking guy around, but for whatever reason the fifteen year old blonde was infatuated with me, and we'd been going together for weeks. Tonight, she wore the outfit I liked best ; a short pink wool dress, really no more than a long sweater. It had a butterfly stitched onto the pale pink wool with powder blue sequins, and reached down to the middle of her knees and thighs. She ran over and kissed me when I arrived. "Ian! I'm so glad you came. I've really missed you!" she said in a little-girl voice. "Mummy and Daddy are away, so we could go back to my house and play Trivial Pursuits afterwards!" She had a dirty smile on her lips as she spoke, and it was quite clear that Trivial Pursuits was not going to be the only game we would play. I queued at the counter, presented our tickets, and after buying some pop-corn and a hot-dog we went in, taking a back-row corner seat in the large Odeon. As the trailers begin, I felt her hand resting on my leg, so allowed my own hand to touch hers. The hem of her sweater had pulled up, exposing most of her shapely long legs. Looking around, I saw that we were separated from the rest of the audience who had chosen seats closer to the front, obviously more interested in the Exorcist than we were! Turning left, towards Sophie, I swept her hair to the back of her head, and kissed her ear, making her smile. Her legs parted slightly, and I allowed my fingers to slip between the furrow of her thighs, and up to the hem of her dress. Her hand moved up to the waist of my jeans, slipping down the front, and finding the head of my penis that was now standing hard and upright! "Your a tart Sophie" I told her. "Hee..I am aren't I! A proper little slut and I love it!" she replied, popping the buttons of my fly. She placed her left hand on my wrist that lay against the woolly hem, and pulled my fingers towards her midriff. Needing no more prompting I stroked the sensitive inner thigh, the pressed against the front of her panties. "Ohh Ian... Make me cum, I'm throbbing for you babes". I couldn't believe that a girl could get so randy from just having her leg stroked - At least I wouldn't have believed it until I met Sophie. I moved my other hand to her pussy, my arm stretched as I tried to give the appearance that I was watching the movie, and pulled at the crotch of her panties. "OW!" she gasped. "You're pulling my pubic hair!" My hand retreated, as I checked that no-one had heard her complaint. "No babes, don't stop - I don't care, I feel so horny!" She pulled on my stiff rod, and suddenly it was out, the flys of my jeans parted, and my underpants pulled down to its base. She kissed me on the nose, then moved her head down to my crotch, taking the blood- filled head of my cock between her sweet young lips. Turning her body, she knelt on the floor, between my spread thighs, looking up at me. Her tongue ran up and down the stem of my cock, licking around the ridge of its head, then moving to my balls, taking one in her mouth and rubbing her tongue furiously against the wrinkled scrotum. Raising her eyes to meet mine, she parted her lips, and touched the tips of her first and second fingers to her tongue. She sucked at the fingers, first to their knuckles, then slipping the whole of each into her mouth. This show of girlish-ness preceded her moving the sucked fingers back to the base of my scrotum, then pushing, between the cleft of my buttocks to my rectum. Fiddling with my asshole, I nodded in confirmation and felt the first finger push against my sphincter, then enter me, soon followed by the second finger. As she sucked and blowed, licked and kissed at my dick, her fingers fiddled inside my ass, pushing deeply into it, pulling out, then easing back in. "Ian... Make a mess of me. I'm a slut and I deserve no better. Please Ian...I want to feel wanton..." she moaned, and started picking up various bits of rubbish from the cinema's carpeted floor, placing them on her seat. "Make me sticky Ian, make a mess of my dress" she breathed between long swipes of her tongue against my prick. SHe had positioned her self astride one of my outstretched legs, and I noticed the she was rubbing her crotch hard and fast against the toe of my shoe. Perspiration ran down her pretty young face, smearing her make-up, as she looked up pleading, motioning towards the collection of objects she'd discovered. "If I mess up your dress, how will you get out?" I asked, but she just shook her head from side to side. "I don't care, please Ian, please!" I picked up a half-finished cardboard cup of chocolate milk shake, not entirely sure what she wanted me to do with it. She moved onto her haunches and pulled at the neck of her blue woollen dress, stretching it 18 inches from her throat. When released, it hung down, spoilt, exposing the cleavage of her full breasts. She took the wrist of my hand, holding the shake, and moved it towards her face, then twisted it. The thick milk-shake poured over her pale blue eyes, running down her face, over her tongue that darted out to catch drips of the shake. It covered the front of her dress, leaving a large white stain on the material, while more went under its neck, dripping between her breasts, over her tight tummy, and onto her spread young cunt. "More Ian, more, please!" she pleaded returning her attention to my dick, as I picked up a half eaten bar of chocolate. The heat of the cinema had caused it to melt, and I opened one side of the paper and foil, placing it against my palm, trying not to get too much of the sticky brown goo on my fingers. Her head was bouncing up and down now, as I brought my hand down on her tussled blonde hair pushing it against me as I rubbed my chocolate covered palm, through her blonde bangs. I grabbed a tussle of her chocolate-smeared hair and pushed her head down on me, feeling the head of my penis enter her throat. As she gagged, her contracting throat squeezed me deliciously, though soon relaxed to accommodate my long weapon. Her fingers wiggled as she pushed a third finger into my ass, her other hand reaching out and placing a tub of half eaten ice-cream into my free hand. I balanced the tub on her bobbing head, it's opening downwards. Cream begin to seep into her already messy locks, but as I pressed on it soft plastic base, the carton cracked, and a large dollop of the cold vanilla ice-cream splattered into her hair. I took some in my hand and reached below her hair, smearing the cream into the part of her sweater that covered her budding young breasts. The toe of my shoe was now penetrating her pussy, and she rode it like a short, broad, cock, and I'd never before seen a girl looking quite so slutty, even in the filthyest magazines and books. I picked up the remaining items from the seat, the pop-corn and hot-dog. Sophie looked up, and gave me the most dirty smile imaginable, then took the hot dog from me. I begin to empty the carton into her hair, breaking up the toffee-covered corns against her scalp. I pushed more corns between the girth of my penis, and her pale-pink lips until her cheek were full, enjoying the slight roughness as they pressed within her mouth against my tool. With each thrust of her head, some popped out, the wet toffee making some stick to her pretty face whilst other dropped down the inside of her sweater. Suddenly she moved her head from me, and leaned back. "Ian...Ian" she panted. "Watch me...." She pulled the three fingers out from my ass, waving them in-front of my eyes. "Oooh Ian. They're all dirty!" she whimpered, parted her lips, licked the muck off each finger, then tried to push her young hand into her mouth. Her legs parted as far as they could, her sodden sweater hitched up to her waist, she moved the hand from her mouth and, placed a finger on each labia. Pushing them apart, she revealed the pink canal of her vagina, then positioned the Hot-Dog bun at the entrance to her love- hole. Squeezing the bun against the long weenie it contained she started to push the ketchup covered mess into her young cunt. Ketchup and sausage meat squelched out as she stuffed the food inside of her thinly downed pussy, until, looking like a de-flowered virgin, all that could be seen was a dribble of red sauce and her own juices dripping towards her tight young anus. As she slowly closed her legs the sausage-skin must have split inside her, and bits of sausage, sodden bread, and ketchup spilled out in strings, while she dribbled half chewed popcorn onto her body. Turned on to an extreme by this, I ejaculated spurt after spurt of hot, thick semen onto her tarty, slutty face. She was squeezing her breasts so hard it must have hurt, as my cum joined the rest of the cream on her dress, dripping from her face. She licked the last few strings of semen from my cock-head then fell back to the carpet, exhausted. "Thanks Ian.. That was wonderful" she said, looking like a strangely erotic cross between the horniest tart and the messiest tramp. "Sophie, I'm damned if I'm going to walk out with you looking like that! Your hair's horrible, all stuck together with dried ice-cream, and milk-shake. Your face is covered in cum and toffee. Your dress is a disaster, stretched down below your tits, and stiff from all the crap that's dried on it. It's not even covering your knickers!" "I know Ian. There's nothing I can do about it, but hell, that felt rude! Lets go now before the show finishes." I thought about making her go on her own, but wanted to see her in the light, so followed her to the exit. The girl in the ticket office, watched in astonishment as this fifteen year old blonde, walked past, her dress finishing half way down her panties, her face sopping with cum, her body drenched with ice-cream and milk, and a little trail of bits of sausage meat dripping down the inside of her exposed young thighs. A gang of youths who obviously knew her, jeered. "Fuck Sophie - You slut! What have you been doing" but she just smiled cutely, and dribbled semen from her lips. I gave her my long-coat to walk in, not so much out of pity, but through a desire to avoid being blamed for this mess of a girl. When we got inside the house she turned to me. "I want to do that again Ian. They're showing Bambi tomorrow - Will you come with me?" "Take a bath Sophie" I laughed, incredulous at the actions of this 'sweet' young blonde. ------------------------------------------- End of Cute, Part 3. (Part 4 does not exist) Part 5 As Sophie prepared a meal for him, Ian's thoughts returned to his other little girl-friend, twelve year old Juliette. He found himself in something of a dilemma. Sophie would go up the wall, if she found out about Juliette. In fact, given the story she'd just dreamt up, he found the potential consequences quite horrifying! Unlike Soph, Juliette couldn't be considered a slut. In fact she was as innocent and naive as they came, though the apparent subservience of her letter suggested that she'd do pretty much anything that made him feel good. He begin to wonder what he might do that would allow him the pleasure of both girl's services at the same time. Sophie walked in, a little trail of cum running from the inside of her thigh, down to her knees. "Ian darling. I've made you some dinner!". Ushering me to the dining table, she presented a plate of Steak au Poivre and vegetables, with a bottle of french Chablis. "Mum will kill me when she sees the wine's missing. Still, you know I only want the best for you babes." I was no connoisseur, but this girl could cook, and we both enjoyed the immaculately cooked meal. As we completed the main course, I poured and drank the last drop of Chablis. Seeing the empty glasses, my cute fifteen year old waitress asks whether I want to open another bottle. "I think Dad keeps his wine in the cellar. Do you want to choose one?". I was beginning to develop a taste for the expensive food and drink, so nodded, and followed Sophie to the hall, and down the stone cellar steps. As we reached the foot of the old house's foundations, Sophie flicked on the light-switch and gasped. The large stone walled room, certainly did contain a tall rack of wine bottles. However, the cause of Sophie's gasp was an array of pornographic posters, whips, and chains that hung from the walls. "Your mom and dad must spend a lot of time down here!" I said, sniggering. Sophie blushed, but scanned around the room, noticing a large trunk placed in one corner. Whilst I removed the cork from a bottle of wine, Sophie wandered over to the trunk and opened it. She pulled out a thick sheep-skin rug that covered its contents, waving it, then allowing it to drop to the floor. Her next discovery seemed to be a bunch of black silk. "Wow...It's from the party" she exclaimed. I must have looked blank, since she continued "I had a fancy dress party to celebrate my fourteenth birthday. My sister wore this. It's a french-maid costume." As the held up the outfit, I saw that it was tiny, maybe 2' from top to bottom. "How old's your sister Sophie?" "Oh, Melissa's only ten. Don't you think that its cute?" "Sure is" I responded, wondering what the hell her mom and dad were doing with it stashed in this apparent den of iniquities. Dropping the little dress to her feet, SOphie took the bottle of red- wine from my hands. Lifting it to her pouty pink lips, she took a gulp of wine, most of it running down her chin and staining the kimono. "What is it about you Ian? I just want to be dirty when you're with me..." she said, smiling. "Do you like it?". "Yup Sophie. I guess I do.". As I spoke, I felt the urge to fuck the girl re-awakening in my groin. Sophie was gazing at the distinctive bulge with interest, as she pulled out a couple of magazines, and a thick, leather-bound photo-album from the trunk. As she peeked inside the magazines and album her eyes widened. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "What is it I?" I asked, but re-closing the covers, she shook her head. "You can look at them later. You just lie down on the rug, and let me go and fetch the desert!". For reasons unbeknown to me, she picked up the little black-silk maid's dress before venturing up the stairs, as I looked around the room. Placed on a small table nearby was a CD-Player, so picking out an INXS album, I inserted the disc, hit the 'play' button, and filled a large tumbler with some more wine. As I lay back, listening to the music, I finished the glass, refilled it and soon had finished the bottle. I was starting to feel distinctly tipsy, as I closed my eyes, waiting for Sophie's return. I don't know how long I slept, maybe an hour, maybe two. Anyway, when I felt a hand caressing my long, hard cock, and the cold on my legs (suggesting that my pants had somehow been removed) I guessed she was back, and opened my eyes. Unsure of the sight in front of me, I blinked, then looked again. Sophie had stood up, to my side, and, carrying a small tray, had somehow dressed herself in the tiny fancy- dress french-maid's costume! The black satin was unbelievably tight around her torso, its little puffed lace-trimmed shoulders digging into the flesh of her upper arm. Just below a pink-ribbon choker that surrounded her neck, the two nipples of her full breasts peeked out. The costume had been designed for a flat-chested little girl, and the only way she could fit inside of it, was through allowing her tits to be pulled way up, their upper mounds bulging out of the frilled neck. As I looked on, she simply lowered her chin, keeping her arms subserviently behind her back, and licked the two exposed little pink erect nipples at once with a slow swipe of her tongue. As my eyes looked down the dress, I saw its flared skirt and multiple frilly under-skirts start halfway down her stomach, their hem finishing just high enough to expose a narrow length of skin above a tight pair of panties. A suspender-belt held up a pair of white fish- net stockings, terminating in a pair of cute victorian-style ankle boots that tightly clasped her feet. She did a quick twirl for me, the many skirts riding up horizontal, and I was shocked to notice how deeply the panties dug in to the young flesh of her nubile bottom. Registering my concern she said "The panties are Melissa's too" with a smile. "Do you think that they're too small for me?" I wasn't going to complain. I found the bondage imposed by the far-too-small costume to be very sexy, and smiled so that she knew I approved. "Can we play a game Ian? I want to be your docile, subservient naughty french maid, and you can be my rich English Lord and master!". "Sure!" I replied. Standing up from the rug, I walked to, and sat down on, a deep red leather arm-chair that was placed in a corner of her parent's make-believe 'dungeon'. Relaxing deep into the seat, I joined in the game, ordering my pretty, blonde slave-girl to bring me my desert. Keeping her legs together and straight, she bent down and picked up the tray. Her ass towards me, I enjoyed the sight of the black silk dress, and white lace underskirts as they popped up, revealing the panties deeply pulled between the cheeks of her ass. The tight knickers even penetrated the cleft of her labia, providing a clear view of her blonde-downed cunt for my pleasure. Turning round, eyes subserviently down, she walked towards me, swaying her lithe young hips with each step. "Your desert master" she commented demurely, placing the tray on my lap. I took a mouthful of it, and realised that she trifle tasted like she'd made it with pure alcohol. "You call this desert!" I exclaimed, playing the game. With that I raised the dish, and emptied the results of her culinary efforts onto the dusty stone cellar floor. She smiled, then returning to her part, mouthed a coy pout. "Must I lick it up master?" she asked, the desire in her voice far to obvious to be mistaken. "Yes my little french tramp!". "I know that I'm a tramp master. I'm a whore, a brazen hussy, a strumpet, and I don;t know why you keep me. I deserve to be punished my lord. " Before kneeling on the floor, the took one of the small canes that hung onto the cellar walls, and passed it to me. As she lowered her sweet young face to the mess on the floor, her skirts rose up, and without leaving my chair I brought the cane hard down on her pantied buttocks. "Lick it up you dirty bimbo slut!" I ordered, as she rubbed her face into the dusty mess of fruit, jello, and sponge her cute pink tongue lapping away. "I deserve worse than this Lord. You are too easy on me, and I will never learn to be better." Needing no further encouragement, I repeated the thrashing of her buttocks, enjoying the Swish and Crack as the cane did its worse. After ten or fifteen swipes, I realised that the wine had taken its toll on me. "Sophie - will you stop for a moment - I need to use the john" I said, but she wasn't going to leave her character that easily. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she looked up, saying "No my lord. I should be your toilet. You must teach me that it is all I'm worth!" Her face was covered in the trifle remains as she spoke, some of it dripping onto the lace apron that fronted the costume. As I stood up, she eased down my underpants, taking my soft penis between her fingers. I tried to release my full bladder but it wouldn't work. "I can't Sophie - It's too filthy!". "Aww, Please Ian? Please try for me?" she said in a little girl voice. My prick pointed towards the apron, I finally felt a jerk, and a small shower of piss erupted, landing on her apron and thighs. She immediately brought her tongue to my cock- head, licking the droplets of urine that remained. "Yes Ian.... Yes Please!" she exclaimed, as, unable to prevent it, my bladder released and a steady stream of pee started to pour into her mouth. She took a gulp, then moved her hair under the flow, then sprayed the steamy yellow smelly liquid over her face, smearing her carefully applied make-up. As the pressure of the flow started to drop, she took my prick back into her mouth, closing her lips around it, and with her adams apple bobbing up and down, started swallowing my pee. Only after the last drop of piss had been sucked from my cock, did she stop to breath for air. Her hair was soaked to the scalp, little trails of piss dried on her face, and the maids costume showed patches of a vague yellow hue. As she knelt, looking up at me, she said "Master, I need also to piss. What shall I do?". "I don;t know" I replied. "What do you suggest?". The slutty nymphet, wandered over to a sofa and picked a small cushion. Returning to the crate, she closed its lid, then placed the cushion on the floor by its side. I couldn't guess what her intention was, but guessed it would be dirty. Lying on the floor, her head on the cushion, she raised her legs onto the crate, then, arching her legs and back and pushing towards the crate with her hands, she lifted her cute behind so that it sat on the wooden box. Her head, remaining on the floor, was 2-3 ' lower than her ass, her body angled at 45 degrees. She then pulled her knees back, until they touched her breasts, her thighs slightly parted in a baby- doll pose. Pushing a hand under her tight panties, she grunted, and at first I didn't understand what she was doing. It then became clear, as a dark stain of urine begin to soak into the pretty, cotton, briefs. Soon, a little stream of urine was visible, running onto her tummy and under the bodice of her dress, before rea-appearing between her crushed breasts. Angling her neck, she opened her mouth, putting her tongue to this high cleavage, and started lapping at her own warm urine. Some missed her tongue, running into the locks of her hair, before dripping into the soft cushion on which she lay. As she tried to swallow, the pungent liquid made her cough, bringing urine up through her nose. Sometimes the stream would dribble around her mouth, into her pretty blue eyes, that reddened as she resolutely kept them open. This had to be the most sluttish exhibition I had ever seen a girl perform. And that included pictures of old-tarts giving donkeys a blow-job. Of course, my S&M novel went further, as did Sophie's story about the school-girls, but the difference was that this was real, and she was in ecstasy! I could see her finger furiously rubbing her clitoris, under the wet, and now transparent, panties. As the stream of urine diminished, her body jerked in the throes of orgasm, and turning her head she smiled, and blew me a kiss, a drop of orange piss, running from the corner of her slightly parted lips. "Did that please you master?" she asked. I nodded, but looked down at my penis that stood erect and throbbing between my thighs. "Bring me the books you were looking at now, Slave" I asked. Shaking her head she replied "No my Lord, I can't do that." "Sophie? Did you just disagree with me?" "Yes I did" she said quietly. "I shouldn't have done. It was very bad of me. You must cane me again". She lifted her damp middle finger to her lips, and sucked its end cutely. Walking to the wall, she selected a small leather strap, and handed it to me. Then, returning to the wall, she slipped a wrist into a small manacle that was attached via a chain to the thick stone wall. "Master, I am worried that I may cry out or try to move, and that would be naughty. I must be restrained and gagged." I couldn't see anything with which to gag her, and told her so. "There is something Master". "What?" I asked. "My panties master..." Without waiting for my assistance, she used her free hand to peel off the piss and cum soaked cotton knickers, stepping out of them. "Once I am gagged I won;t be able to tell you when to stop Lord. I think that it is good for me to be completely at your mercy. You will be able to do absolutely anything to me, and I deserve the harshest punishment." With that, she lifted the panties to her lips, pushing them in, between them, until her cheeks bulged with the sodden material. I wasn't too sure about going through with this. I knew that I was very highly sexed, but Sophie made me feel like a virgin. Her eyes pleading with me, I wandered to her, and snapped shut the other manacle. Putting on a show for me, she rested her cheek against the cold stone wall, arched her back, and widely parted her long straight legs, her little boots pointing slightly inwards. Raising the little whip, I started by thrashing her ass until it was a wonderful deep shade of pink, then moved my blows lower, hitting the backs of her legs between the stocking-tops and the lower curve of her buns. The harder I struck, the more she arched her back, pushing her sweet behind towards the pain-inflicting tawse. As my arm tired, I finished with a few sweeping undercuts, directing the whip up into the valley of her young cunt, and making her jump in the air with pain. Finally I opened the manacles, and released her, and with a few quavering steps, she collapsed onto the rug. "Are you alright Sophie?" I asked, rushing to her. Tears came from her eyes, but she was smiling. "Yes Ian, that was lovely." After fetching some baby-lotion from the upstairs kitchen, I helped her out of the dress, and saw deep red marks where the tight material had bit into her. Placing her on her stomach, I rubbed the lotion into her sore ass, allowing by fingers to run between the crevice of her cheeks, and enter her tight little bottom-hole. I positioned the head of my penis into the cleft, and let her feel it, poised at the entrance. "Go on Ian" she whispered. "Please, fill my ass with your love." I easily slid into her tight rectum, aided by the slippery cream, and massaged her shoulders as I pistonned in and out. After moments, I felt myself cumming, and, pulling out, thrust myself into her sweet warm cunt, and filled it with my juices. After laying together for some time, Sophie took my hand, and moved me to the steps, pausing briefly to collect the magazines and album from the floor. From the hall, we took a second flight of steps, and after putting my clean clothes in her bedroom, and her soiled costumes in the washer, we took a quick shower, then climbed into bed. Together, the two of us slept quickly, and soundly, exhausted from our antics of the day. When I woke the following morning, my penis was standing hard and upright, revigorated from a good night's sleep. "Good Morning Ian" said Sophie. Even when I saw her stood next to the bed, in a short white night-shirt I wondered if the previous day's events had all been a dream. Then, placed on her dressing-table I noticed first, her pink and blue woollen dress, the stains visible even to my bleary eyes, and next to it the magazines and book from her parent's cellar. As she walked to the window, opening the curtains and filling the room with sun-light, I could see the soft-sillohette of her body and thighs beneath the white material of her bed shirt. My eager-to-please, platinum blonde fifteen year-old, had made me a coffee and some toast, so as I enjoyed my breakfast-in-bed I asked her about the magazines and album. "Sophie? Why wouldn't you let me see them?" "Let me show them to you Ian, then you'll understand." She placed them on a bed-side cabinet, then slid into bed next to me. Placing a pillow under my head, I sat up, as she passed me the first magazine. From its cover, I could see that it was some sort of specialist bondage title, a pretty young blonde woman hog-tied up on the floor, a large red ball-gag filling her mouth. As I flicked through it, I saw that the magazine showed a tale of bondage, starting with the fully-dressed blonde visiting an unknown customer in a hotel room. The final photographs, showed her naked, suspended from a hook in the room's ceiling, her body tightly roped, with silver clamps attached to her nipples and clitoris. The photographs were quite well shot, soft-focus, and pretty despite their hard subject material. "Well?" I asked. "They're not that bad Sophie. Did you think that they'd shock me?" "No!" replied Sophie. "But don't you realise? They're of Mummy!" I must have blushed, for she added "don't worry Ian, I think they're quite nice in a funny sort of way. She only looks about 20, they must have been taken just after I was born, yet her body looks good doesn't it!" I had to agree, and smiled. "The other's are worse though Ian" she told me, passing the second magazine. It bore the title "Baby-Doll" and was filled with photographs of apparently young girls. Some of them looked rather silly, a bit like Sophie in the french-maid costume, girls in their late teens, sucking their thumbs, and dressed in little-girl smocks. Other's, however, were more convincing, their almost flat chests reminding me of Juliette. "Who's in this one?" I asked, preparing myself for the worst. "Oh, no-one. It just helps explain Mom and Dad's interests." Indicating that I didn't understand, she passed the photo-album, opening it on my lap. It was filled with pages of photographs of Sophie, her sister, and other young girls, in various states of undress. Most were fairly innocuous - pictures of the two pre-pubescent sisters playing in the bath, carefully washing each other's bodies. Other's had clearly been taken with hidden camera's, one showing a naked fourteen year-old Sophie, lying on her bed, her middle finger pressed deep into her pussy as she enjoyed a private masturbate. "The worst ones are at the back" she told me as I flicked through the pages." The final set of photographs showed her in bed with her little sister, apparently whilst they were on vacation in Canada. The two young girls were fast asleep, but standing to their side was Sophie's father, his penis poking out from his pants. His fist was wrapped around the long cock, and the second photograph showed a spray of cum arcing towards the girls' sweet young faces. A final pair of close-ups revealed little globules of cum in their hair and on their faces, as they slept on, oblivious. "You must feel awful Sophie" I told her, but she shook her head. "He should have told me", she said. "He's a nice man, and I love him. I would have let him fuck me if he'd asked. It just makes me feel a little shy, and its a bit of a shock..." "Your sister looks lovely though!" I commented, and she turned to me and smiled. "She's very pretty isn't she. But little girl's usually are at that age. Still Ian, you can't have her. I want her to make her own mind up about boys, and sex, when she's good and ready." "Do you like other girls though Soph?" I asked, wondering if my line of questioning would lead to tears. "I don't know really" she replied. "I look at Melissa's pictures, and think maybe, if I felt really horny, I would enjoy making love to her. But I wouldn't because she's my sister and I don't think it would be right. Why do you ask?" I knew then that it was time to tell her about Juliette. ------------------------------ End of Cute part 5.