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Story title : Jessica-Sitting - Part 2: The Sarah Factor

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Jessica-Sitting 2: The Sarah Factor 
by The White Rabbit (white_rabbit27@hotmail.com)


***

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. I have never 
had sex with a minor, and never intend to. It can be 
fun to fantasize about loving sex with a child; but the 
reality is abuse and exploitation, which destroys 
lives. Children are, without exception, beautiful and 
precious, and we must love and protect them.

***

It was in the evening of the following day after 
Jessica and I had enjoyed that memorable picnic, that 
she asked the question I'd been dreading: "Can I ask 
Sarah over to play tomorrow?" It seems ridiculous for a 
grown man to fear the presence of a ten-year-old child; 
but I knew I had to make a decision that could very 
easily hurt either Jessica or myself. My little lover 
had confessed to me (or acknowledged: there was no 
sense of guilt) that she and her best friend had 
thoroughly explored each other's bodies over recent 
weeks, to the extent that Sarah had accidentally popped 
Jessica's cherry with her finger. She had, naturally 
enough, wanted to share with her friend the exciting 
new discoveries I'd helped her make; and had been a 
little put out when I'd sworn her to secrecy. I'd had 
no choice, though, I felt. I was willing to trust 
Jessica to keep a secret, if I could impress on her the 
need; but I knew nothing at all about Sarah. If the 
child wasn't able to keep her mouth shut, I'd probably 
be facing a long jail-term. Not to mention never seeing 
Jessica again.

It would be unreasonable to refuse permission, though. 
Unfair, and totally unthinkable to refuse my darling 
anything. So I agreed, casually enough; but I lay awake 
that night, beside Jessica's sated, slightly snoring 
little body, and tried to decide what I was going to 
do. I knew Jessica's loyalties would be torn between 
the promise to me, which probably seemed pointless to 
her, and her habit of confiding everything to her best 
friend. I knew that, if possible, I must give her 
permission to confide in Sarah; but I couldn't do so 
without getting to know the child, judging if she could 
be trusted. Yet I could imagine them disappearing 
upstairs, resuming their experimental love-affair, 
Sarah wanting to know how Jessica had found out all 
these delicious new ideas...

When I finally fell asleep, I had a dream about Jessica 
riding on a camel. It was the two-humped kind, and she 
perched between the humps, grinding her crotch against 
the fatty lump pressed against it...

I woke, in the morning, with the answer fully formed. 
"Jessica," I said casually at breakfast, "how do you 
fancy you, me and Sarah going to the zoo today?"

She looked at me curiously, and I thought I saw a trace 
of suspicion and disappointment. She'd obviously been 
looking forward to whatever they might do together in 
private, and perhaps even suspected my motives. On the 
other hand, a trip to the zoo wasn't to be sniffed at, 
especially in the company of both her boyfriend and her 
girlfriend. And perhaps that precocious part of her 
mind that suspected what was going on also recognized 
the wisdom of my plan.

"That would be great, Steve," she said, jumping up to 
kiss me passionately.

She ran off to phone Sarah and tell her of the change 
of plan, then ran off to dress (she hadn't bothered to 
do so for breakfast, as she hadn't the previous 
morning). She returned looking absolutely ravishing, 
wearing a pair of skimpy yellow shorts and a yellow-
patterned boob-tube (if it's legitimate to call it 
that, when it's being worn by a boobless child). I'd 
seen her dressed like this countless times before, and 
I'd always found it made her look cute. Now, for the 
first time, the outfit looked unbearably sexy, and I 
wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there, 
on the kitchen table. I suppose context is everything.

Jessica stood looking at me in the doorway, her head on 
one side, half posing, half unconscious of the effect 
she had. "Love me?" she asked, her eyes suddenly bigger 
and younger than usual. I knew her well enough to be 
aware that, although this was largely pure flirtation, 
she was also asking for reassurance. It occurred to me, 
for the first time, how important today was for her, 
how nervous she must be.

"Just try coming within reach," I told her, grinning, 
"and you'll find out just how much I love you."

Jessica giggled, and sidled closer. "Oh yeah?" she 
demanded.

"Oh yeah," I replied, and grabbed her round the waist. 
She giggled again and pretended to fight, clearly with 
every intention of losing; so I lifted her up, one arm 
slipping under her arms, the other slipping down, so 
that my hand held her by the crotch. She screamed with 
delight, as I swung her onto my lap and began seriously 
snogging her, stifling her cries. I found my kisses 
being returned passionately: in two and a half days, 
Jessica had become an expert at kissing. So she 
explored the interior of my mouth with her tongue, 
while I took the opportunity to let my hand explore the 
interior of her shorts.

I was just beginning to think we were going to have to 
do something about my hard-on and her wet cunt, when 
the doorbell rang. "It's Sarah," Jessica shrieked, 
jumping off my lap to answer the door, leaving me with 
a stiff cock and wet finger and a sense of 
bewilderment.

Almost too excited to contain herself, Jessica showed 
Sarah into the kitchen. I'd just had time to straighten 
myself up, adjusting my trousers so that my erection 
wasn't too obvious. The first thing that struck me 
about the child who entered was that she was wearing 
clothes almost identical to Jessica's, except that 
Sarah's shorts and boob-tube were a red and blue 
pattern. I suspected that this may have been arranged 
on the phone, and wondered what my devious little 
darling was planning.

The next thing that registered was surprise at how 
attractive Sarah was. When Jessica had mentioned her, 
the other evening, I'd remembered her as a lumpy, plain 
child, and I'd thought it strange that a girl as 
stunning as Jessica would have chosen such an ugly 
duckling to share sexual experiments with. But I saw 
now that I'd been wrong. Not that I'd remembered the 
wrong girl; just that I wondered now how my judgment 
could have been so off.

Sarah was a big girl, in height and build: not fat, nor 
even plump, but solidly built. She had light-brown 
waist-length hair, partially gathered on top of her 
head by a big hair-slide, smiling blue-grey eyes and a 
pleasant face with rosy cheeks. While she hardly 
compared with Jessica's sultry beauty, she looked a 
sweet little girl; and, I have to admit, my previously-
aroused cock gave a few distinct twitches, when I saw 
her. Was it my new-found interest in little girls 
making the difference? Or could it be that I was now 
seeing Sarah through Jessica's eyes?

"Hello, Mr. Cardew," she said, in a gentle, polite 
voice. "Thank you for saying I could come."

With the situation as sexually charged as it was, I had 
to restrain myself from saying I hadn't decided on that 
yet. Instead, I said, "Oh, call me Steve, Jessica 
always has. It'll be more fun, if you're with her, 
won't it?"

Sarah grinned, and I wondered uneasily if I'd put in 
some kind of double meaning that was obvious even to a 
ten-year-old. I glanced briefly at Jessica; but she 
didn't appear to have noticed anything.

***

It must have been all of four days since the girls had 
seen one another; so they chattered and giggled 
together in the back of my car, all the way to the zoo, 
catching up on everything they'd missed out on. It did 
occur to me to worry about just what, in such an 
unguarded excitement, Jessica might consider news; so I 
kept an ear on their talk, while seeming to concentrate 
on the road. I needn't have worried. Most of their talk 
seemed to be about computer games, Pokemon cards and 
the new Harry Potter book.

All three of us had a great day at the zoo. I hadn't 
been for some time, and I enjoyed it in my own right. 
But my main pleasure came from the fun the girls had: 
the wild, unrestrained joy that only children can 
experience at a treat. We watched the lions and tigers 
being fed (Jessica turned up her nose and called it 
"gross", but I noticed that Sarah watched with a 
detached fascination). They weren't doing elephant or 
camel rides any more, like when I was little; but they 
were able to have a pony ride. Jessica looked so cute, 
perched on the pony's back, unsure but determined to 
look as if she knew what she was doing. Her natural 
grace carried it off. They both adored the monkeys and 
chimps, and all three of us played the time-honoured 
game of solemnly pointing out which of our companions 
each chimp most resembled.

The weather was so glorious that, instead of having 
lunch in some stuffy cafe, we bought sandwiches and 
drinks and took them to the picnic area. There was a 
playground beside it; and the girls both wolfed down 
their share (and some of mine) and ran off to play; 
while I sat back, sipping my coke and watching them 
have fun.

There are very few things (at least, not counting those 
that involve intimate physical contact) that are as 
much fun as watching children play. Really play: 
totally, unreservedly, with every bit of their bodies, 
hearts and imaginations. Although it had never held the 
slightest sexual connotation for me until now, I could 
understand how guys get hooked on watching playgrounds.

But I wasn't just enjoying myself. I had a perfect 
opportunity, now, to watch Jessica and Sarah together, 
when they weren't thinking about me. I still hadn't 
come to any conclusion about Sarah. She was a difficult 
child to read: deeper, I suspected, than Jessica, who 
was hardly shallow herself. Sarah certainly didn't have 
her friend's brilliance; but I was beginning to see 
something of the solid reliability that, maybe, Jessica 
unconsciously knew to complement her own mercurial 
nature.

I watched them, after a while, start a wild, screaming, 
giggling game of catch-me-if-you-can, all over the 
climbing-frames and slides. I couldn't quite follow 
what the precise rules were; but both girls seemed to 
know. Gradually, various other children began to join 
in; and I marveled, as always, at the ease with which 
children can play with total strangers, seizing the 
moment, and then happily say goodbye when it's over.

Watching them together now, playing together 
exuberantly, I could see the interactions between 
Jessica and Sarah much more clearly. On the face of it, 
I'd have expected Jessica to have run rings around her 
heavier, less athletic friend. Certainly, Sarah 
couldn't keep up; but she waited patiently, making no 
attempt to keep up, pouncing when Jessica got to close. 
That gave me plenty of food for thought.

Both girls were a bit quieter on the way home, their 
heads together, murmuring and giggling too softly for 
me to make out what they were saying. About halfway 
back, I saw in the rear-view mirror Jessica lay her 
head on Sarah's shoulder, and the other girl put an arm 
round her friend, drawing her gently to herself. They 
cuddled like that for the rest of the journey; and, in 
an odd way, I think that was what made my mind up.

Sarah ran upstairs for the toilet, almost as soon as we 
got in; and I turned to Jessica. "OK," I said, "I'm 
convinced. I'd still rather keep it to ourselves; but 
if it really means a lot to you, I won't object to you 
telling Sarah."

Jessica flung herself into my arms, with a squeal, and 
started smothering me with kisses: child's kisses at 
first, gradually starting to push my lips apart with 
her wet mouth, poking her little, flicking tongue 
behind my teeth. She kissed me passionately for a 
while, before pulling back. "Oh, Steve, I do love you 
so much," she murmured. Then, in a rushed tangle of 
little-girl limbs, she was rushing up the stairs, 
calling, "Sarah, come in my room."

I tried to settle down; but I was too jittery. I 
checked my answering machine, checked for e-mails, made 
myself a coffee, settled to watch the news on TV; but, 
all the time, I was half-expecting a shriek from 
upstairs, the clatter of feet down the stairs as Sarah 
made her escape from the pervert's house; to wait then 
for the outraged call from her parents, the knock on 
the door from the police...

But everything was quiet. In any other situation, I'd 
have thought it was too quiet, considering two ten-
year-olds were together upstairs, and I'd have been 
tempted to investigate. As it was, no news was good 
news.

I must have dozed off for a few minutes; because the 
next thing I remember was being woken up by a weight on 
either knee. I focused my eyes to find Jessica sitting 
astraddle one leg, Sarah the other. Both girls were 
half-kneeling, faces almost level with mine, gazing at 
me with a mixture of curiosity, anticipation and scorn.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Jessica said. "We've got 
something to ask."

"Yes?" I asked. Seeing their expressions, I suddenly 
felt far less nervous; but I still wasn't sure where 
this was leading.

They exchanged glances, suddenly all giggles. "You tell 
him," said Jessica. Sarah shook her head, her face 
turning red. "I can't," she said. "You do it."
"I don't mind which of you tells me," I said mildly, 
"but would someone let me in on this?"

They looked at one another again, and Jessica took a 
deep, exaggerated breath. "Well," she said, putting a 
lot of emphasis on the word, "I told Sarah all about 
what we've been doing, and how much fun it is..."

"And I said," put in Sarah, her face now like a 
beetroot, "I wished I had something to... to do that 
with."

"I thought you wanted me to tell him," said Jessica.
"Oh... er... yes. Please." She went into an embarrassed 
flap again.

"Well," said Jessica, with the same heavy emphasis as 
before, "I sort of, said, well, sort of, we could, you 
know, maybe all share it together. If that's all right 
with you," she added, looking up at me. Her eyes were 
wide and doing their cute look, and her face was almost 
as red as Sarah's.

I didn't answer for a moment. Of all the possibilities, 
this had never occurred to me. It surprised me (and, I 
admit, hurt a little) that Jessica seemed so willing to 
share me. Was our lovemaking really any more than a new 
game to her?

But I knew it wasn't really like that. A child of her 
age simply wouldn't have the same concept of exclusive 
love as an adult. After all, Sarah wasn't just anyone, 
she was her best friend; and one of Jessica's many 
endearing qualities was her generosity. Of course she 
and her new lover would help Sarah to find the ecstasy 
she'd enjoyed.

But that wasn't the only consideration. Jessica was 
offering my services to have sex with a child I'd just 
met. Until a few days ago, after all, the suggestion 
that I should have sex with a ten-year-old girl would 
have deeply shocked me. My closeness with Jessica, and 
her unforced enthusiasm (realistically, she was the one 
who seduced me) had helped me to rationalize what I'd 
done; but I'd been disturbed, since then, at my 
reaction to other little girls. Now I was being faced 
with a decision. If I included Sarah as my second 
child-lover, was I admitting that I really was a 
pedophile?

Then I looked at the two little faces, cheeks red from 
embarrassment and tension, eyes shining with 
excitement, both looking as if they'd burst if I didn't 
answer soon. Could I really disappoint them? And... I 
started thinking about Sarah, what it would be like 
with her, how cute her bum had looked in those little 
shorts as she played this afternoon. I found myself 
wondering what her nipples and pussy would look like, 
how tight she'd be...

I was interrupted by the dirtiest giggle I'd ever 
heard. "He's going to say yes," Jessica stage-
whispered. "Look how his willy's sticking out."

I glanced down, instinctively, and saw that my trousers 
had a tent-pole in them. Was this the effect that 
fantasizing about Sarah had on me? Should I take that 
as my answer? I looked at Sarah, who was gazing in awe 
at my hard-on. Then she glanced up and gave me a shy 
smile, biting her lower lip. My resistance melted.

"All right," I said. "If Sarah wants to join in, that's 
OK with me."

Jessica gave a squeal of joy and leant forward to give 
me a deep, wet kiss. Then, to my surprise, she turned 
to her friend and kissed her in the same way. Sarah 
stiffened for a moment, clearly not used to it; then, 
apparently, decided that she liked it, and melted into 
the kiss. For nearly a minute, I was in the privileged 
position of having two beautiful little girls sitting 
on my lap, locked in a passionate, erotic kiss. I think 
my erection grew.

When they broke off, none of us moved for a moment. The 
girls were both looking at me expectantly; and, at 
last, Jessica tutted and rolled her eyes. "Well, Steve, 
aren't you going to give her a big kiss?"

I looked at Sarah again. Her face was still flushed, 
there was sweat on her forehead, and she still looked a 
little shy; but she closed her eyes, opened her mouth 
and leant towards me. I kissed her, trying to make it 
as erotic as possible without forcing myself on her; 
and she returned the kiss, more clumsily than Jessica, 
wrapping her arms behind my neck and pulling herself in 
to me. Her body was very hot, and guessed how aroused 
she must be.

"Come on, then," said Jessica impatiently, "shall we go 
upstairs and do it on your bed?"

"Hang on a moment," I said. I glanced at the clock: 
quarter to seven. 

"Sarah, what time's your mum expecting you home?"

"Oh... about half-six, I suppose," she said; then, 
following my gaze to the clock, she added, "Oh."

There was silence for a moment. "You could stay over, 
couldn't you?" 

Jessica suggested. "Your mum wouldn't mind, would she?"
"Uh, I suppose not," said Sarah. "I'd have to phone 
her." She glanced at me.

"It's over there," I said; and she jumped off my lap to 
go over to it. Jessica took the opportunity to swing 
her leg right over, so that she was kneeling astride 
me, her crotch pressed against my cock. Turning her 
head sideways, she nuzzled her head against my 
shoulder, oblivious to the conversation Sarah had just 
begun.

I certainly wasn't oblivious. It had occurred to me, 
belatedly, that I hadn't specifically warned Sarah 
about what to say and what not to say. Although I'd 
decided to trust the child, my over-jumpy imagination 
heard, in those few seconds, a dozen possible 
conversations, mostly containing some variant on "Mum, 
can I stay over to have sex with Mr. Cardew?"

I needn't have worried. Sarah's actual conversation 
went more like, "Hi, mum, can I stay over with Jessica 
tonight?.... Yes, she asked him, he said it's fine.... 
Oh, it was great, mum... No, I can borrow a pair of 
Jessica's... Yes I can, she's got some loose-fitting 
ones... Yes... Oh, mum, of course I'll be good... Love 
you too, mum, bye."

She walked slowly back to the sofa, where Jessica was 
draped over me, and sat down beside us. I put my arm 
round her, and she let herself be drawn to me. "She 
says it's all right, Steve."

"Good," said Jessica, lifting her head up. "Lets get 
started."

"Just a sec," I said, lightly restraining her from 
jumping off my lap. 

"There's a few rules, first."

Sarah stared at me. "What rules?" she asked.

"Rule One," I said. "If anyone's doing anything to you 
that you don't feel happy about, you've got to say so." 
She nodded gravely. "Rule Two. If anyone says they 
don't like what you're doing, you've got to stop doing 
it at once."

"And don't do it again," Jessica added, in a tone of 
mock-sternness.

"Well, not until they say you can, at least. And Rule 
Three. None of us are tell anyone else about what we 
do, unless all three of us agree. Is that all right 
with you, Sarah?"

She nodded slowly, her mouth slightly open. "Yes," she 
whispered.

"Then lets stop messing about," said Jessica 
impatiently, tugging at my arm. Laughing, I put one arm 
round each girl and stood up, holding them each under 
an arm. Jessica shrieked with laughter, as I'd 
expected; but Sarah only gave a nervous giggle. I hoped 
she wasn't having second thoughts.

I regretted the impulse, before I got to the top of the 
stairs: ten-year-olds aren't all that heavy, but 
carrying two of them upstairs is still quite an effort. 
Still, having made the gesture, I could hardly back 
down in front of my girlfriend and her girlfriend; so I 
made it to the landing, kicked my bedroom door open and 
deposited two squirming little bundles onto the king-
size bed.

Almost at once, Jessica knelt up; she leant over and 
whispered in Sarah's ear, between giggles, her eyes 
shining. Sarah looked shocked, but in a pleasant way: 
she stared at her friend with wide eyes, flushed 
cheeks, as if unsure whether to gasp or to join in the 
giggling. After a moment, she nodded.

Turning to me, Jessica ordered, "Lie down on the bed, 
we won't be a moment." They both jumped up and headed 
for the door. "You can get undressed, if you like," 
Jessica added, turning in the doorway. Then they were 
gone.

Feeling a little foolish and unsure of myself, I 
quickly slipped off tee-shirt, jeans and socks. I 
hesitated over whether to leave my briefs on; and, just 
then, the girls came back into the room, still 
giggling, still fully dressed, but carrying Jessica's 
portable stereo. Putting it down, Jessica struck a pose 
and announced, in her best imitation of a sultry voice, 
"Lie back, honey, and enjoy the show."

She set it playing some record or other, which I knew 
was one of her current favourites; and both girls 
started dancing, wiggling their bodies and 
provocatively thrusting their hips at me. I don't know 
quite where they'd picked up the concept of erotic 
dancing, but it was a fairly approximate impression. If 
I'd been a casual observer, I'd have no doubt found it 
rather funny. But the knowledge that these two little 
girls were deliberately trying to arouse me, as a 
prelude to a threesome, made it the sexiest thing I'd 
ever seen.

Then they turned to each other and, still wiggling and 
grinding, they began a deep, passionate kiss. I almost 
came on the spot, when I saw that Jessica had her 
tongue halfway down her girlfriend's throat.

When they finally broke the kiss, the girls looked at 
each other, they looked at one another with that 
expression of uncontainable excitement, mischief and 
wonder that only children can produce; and, in a very 
audible stage-whisper, Jessica said, "Now." In complete 
unison, each took hold of the other's top and pulled it 
off. Again, it was done in a very matter-of-fact way 
that wouldn't have gone down well in a professional 
show; but that hardly mattered, when two beautiful ten-
year-old girls were undressing one another for my 
benefit.

I was a little surprised that, in contrast to Jessica's 
tiny swellings around her nipples, Sarah's chest was 
completely flat. I suppose I'd unconsciously assumed 
that, being a bigger girl, she'd be at least as well-
developed. Of course, I knew that had nothing to do 
with it. She had that slight convexity of her chest and 
belly that you sometimes get in prepubescent girls, 
with small nipples and a very cute belly-button. I 
found myself wondering what her little pussy would be 
like, and felt my cock hardening at the thought.

The girls looked at each other again, their faces 
flushed with excitement and arousal. They were still 
wiggling their bodies to the music; and Jessica reached 
down between her girlfriend's legs and started rubbing 
Sarah's crotch through the material of her shorts. 
Sarah flung her head back, rolling it from side to side 
with a soft moaning, and began pumping her hips back 
and forth, meeting Jessica's rubbing.

I saw a slight look of exasperation cross Jessica's 
sweet, flushed face; and, grabbing her friend's hand, 
she firmly placed it on her own crotch, giving a few 
thrusts to make her meaning clear. Taking the hint, 
Sarah began rubbing with wild abandon.

After a few moments of this, however, they looked at 
each again, expectantly, and both nodded. Moving slowly 
together, each hooked their fingers in the waistband of 
the other's shorts and slowly tugged them down. 

This time, it was more obviously erotic. The girls were 
still (unconsciously, I'm sure, by now) swaying and 
waggling in time to the music; and to this was added 
the wriggling and thrusting of their arousal. As a 
result, it took them rather more time to work the short 
down past slim hips and little bums. Finally, both 
turned to face me, hardly able to contain themselves, 
and wiggled the shorts right down their legs, until 
they could step out of them.

I knew that Jessica wasn't wearing panties (after all, 
I'd had my hand inside her shorts, when Sarah had 
arrived) but I was momentarily surprised to find that 
Sarah wasn't either. Then I thought about it, and 
wasn't surprised at all.

I feasted my eyes on the two ten-year-old pussies 
wriggling and waggling right in front of me. I knew 
Jessica's well, by now, though I never got tired of 
looking at it; but Sarah's fascinated me. Whereas 
Jessica's had begun to outgrow the way it had been as a 
young child, Sarah still had a fat, baby pussy, its 
puffy lips now open and soaking wet.

"Well," said Jessica, split three ways between 
giggling, sultriness and impatience, "see anything you 
like?"

"I can see lots that I like," I told her. "I'm just not 
sure where to start."

"That hasn't seemed to bother you before," she said 
acidly. Then her voice took on a more seductive tone. 
"Look at this, Steve. How could you resist such a 
gorgeous pussy?"

For a moment, I thought she was talking about herself. 
Then I realised that she'd started fingering Sarah's 
pussy, rubbing it slowly and sensually. I was surprised 
how expertly she was doing it, till I realised, with a 
glow of pleasure, that she was applying what I'd done 
to her, know what felt good and how to reproduce that 
effect. She stroked the inside of the plump lips, 
parting them, lubricating her finger with Sarah's 
juices; then she slid up to give the girl's tiny clit 
some attention, before working her way down the slit 
again, making her friend gasp a little as she pushed 
her fingertip just into the hole.

Jessica had never taken her eyes off me. "Like it for 
yourself, lover?" she asked, in a voice she clearly 
thought sounded incredibly adult and sexy. In fact, it 
sounded what it was: something she'd obviously picked 
up from TV or a film. But that didn't matter: my ten-
year-old girlfriend was deliberately offering me her 
best friend's pussy, to do with as I chose.

"Come here, Sarah," I said quietly. Sarah, biting her 
lower lip nervously, glanced at Jessica, who nodded 
emphatically. She walked towards the bed, then climbed 
up to kneel at the end, staring wide-eyed at me. 

"Closer," I said, and she shuffled on her knees further 
up, till I could reach out and put my arms around her. 
"Don't be afraid," I whispered, pitching it too softly 
for Jessica to hear, above the music that was still 
playing. "The whole point is for you to have fun." She 
gave me a radiant smile, and I realised that what I'd 
taken for fear was only nervous excitement. She'd 
already decided to enjoy herself.

Drawing her into a kiss, I began playing with her 
pussy, just as Jessica had. She gave a little sigh of 
pleasure; and I realised that she was not only even 
wetter than I thought, but a lot closer to orgasm, too. 

I'd been intending to draw this out, get the child 
turned on and wide open, before I attempted 
penetration, hoping that I'd last out myself. But it 
was clear, now, that Sarah was about as wet and turned 
on as she was going to get. She was ready.

"Hurry up, Steve," Jessica told me. "She's going to 
come in a minute. Do I make that much noise?"

"You're much noisier, sweetheart," I said, over Sarah's 
shoulder. "You sound like a jumbo jet taking off." She 
spluttered with laughter. "Come here, darling, and help 
me play with her."

Still laughing, Jessica jumped up on the bed beside me, 
and watched, fascinated, as I lifted Sarah up, one arm 
under her armpits, the other hand grasping her 
buttocks, and held her crotch directly over my rock-
hard erection. "Help it in," I told Jessica; and she 
took hold of my cock, bending down to give it a quick 
kiss, then aimed the tip straight at her friend's 
pussy-hole. "Stop squirming," she ordered Sarah, who 
was wriggling and squealing in a pre-orgasmic frenzy. 
"OK," she told me, giggling, "your ship is cleared to 
enter the docking-bay."

As I lowered Sarah onto the head of my erect cock, and 
felt it nuzzle between her wet, open lips, it belatedly 
occurred to me that I hadn't found out whether Sarah, 
too, had lost her virginity to ten-year-old fingers, as 
Jessica had, or whether I should have warned her that 
it was going to hurt. But it couldn't be helped. I'd 
like to think that I could have stopped myself if I'd 
had to, though it wouldn't have been easy; but Sarah 
was too far gone to care. Come to think of it, popping 
her cherry when she was in a state like this would 
probably distress her far less than in any other 
situation.

Did I really think of that in the throes of passion, 
moments before I penetrated my second prepubescent 
pussy? Or was that just something that occurred to me 
later? I'm not sure.

In any case, once Jessica had guided the head of my 
cock into Sarah's soaking hole, I didn't give any of us 
time to think. I pushed the little girl down hard onto 
my erection, kissing her at the same moment, which 
muffled what would have been an ear-splitting scream, 
as my cock punched through the membrane, breaking it 
into pieces, and plunged all the way into her tiny 
passage, forcing the tight muscles apart.

It was impossible to tell whether the wetness that 
bathed my cock was blood or pussy-juice; but I didn't 
have time to consider. Sarah was going wild, impaled on 
me, her little body flopping about crazily. It was 
quite clear that she was having a massive orgasm: her 
breath coming in little, gasping cries, her crotch 
grinding against mine, her cunt squeezing convulsively 
at my shaft. Even without that, her hole was almost too 
tight to bear around my cock; and the squeezing 
finished me. Feeling my balls fill up and my head go 
dizzy, I filled Sarah's little pussy with spurt after 
spurt of my spunk.

When I became aware again, a hot, wet little girl's 
body had fallen forward to lie on top of me, exhausted 
and breathing heavily. Jessica had snuggled up beside 
us, and was kissing and caressing Sarah's still-
trembling body. After a while, my new lover turned her 
head, and the two girls enjoyed a long, passionate and 
very wet kiss.

"Hey," I said lazily, "don't I get any of that?"

Jessica turned Sarah's face up to mine. "OK," she said, 
"give her a big kiss, then you can put your willy in 
me. I feel so good down there."

"Hang on a moment," I told her, feeling a little 
alarmed. "I've only just come. It's going to take a 
little while to get hard again. Hi," I said to Sarah, 
in between kisses, "are you all right?"

"Oh yes," she said, with such enthusiasm that I almost 
laughed. "I don't thin I've ever felt so all right 
before. When can we do it again?"

"What you girls want," I said, with feeling, "is a 
robot programmed to stay permanently hard." They both 
giggled, but looked a little disappointed. "Tell you 
what, why don't the two of you have fun together. If 
you put on a sexy enough show, you might get me hard 
again more quickly."

They glanced at each other dubiously. "Like... what?" 
Jessica asked.

"You know how I lick your pussy?" I asked her. She 
nodded. "Well, you could do it to each other, at the 
same time."

She frowned in puzzlement. "But... how do we both do 
it?" she asked. I realised that, whenever I'd gone down 
on her, I'd slid down and lain between her legs. 
Perhaps it wasn't so obvious as it seemed.

"Lie top-to-tail," I suggested. "That way, you can both 
put your faces between each other's legs."

They looked at one another. "Lets try it," said Sarah 
eagerly. "What does it taste like?"

Jessica put her face closer to her girlfriend's crotch, 
and wrinkled her nose. "I don't know about mine," she 
said with distaste, "but yours is all bloody."

I reached out and slapped her on the bum. "Run along to 
the bathroom," I said, "and bring a couple of wet 
flannels. You and I are going to pamper Sarah." As she 
jumped up, I winked at her friend. "Don't worry," I 
said, "I can guarantee, Jessica's pussy tastes 
absolutely scrumptious. I have to stop myself eating 
her all up, and only leaving the hair."

I kissed and stroked Sarah, till Jessica came back with 
the flannels; then, working together, we carefully 
cleaned up the child's pussy, washing away all the 
blood and come and juices. I could tell that this 
attention was getting her worked up again; and, when we 
were finished, I made room for Jessica to lie down the 
opposite way on the bed, the lips of her face playing 
against her friend's cunt-lips.

Neither of them had ever eaten pussy before; but 
Jessica had had it done to her, and took the lead, 
coaxing Sarah's little tongue to do what mine did, 
trying to guess how to get the same effect with her own 
tongue. In a very short time, both girls were very 
aroused again. I too, watching them, had fully 
recovered my erection; but the children had forgotten 
all about that, reveling and wallowing in their first 
ever sixty-nine.

In no time, both girls were moaning through their 
mouthfuls of pussy, wriggling their bums around. After 
a while, Jessica started getting carried away and moved 
over Sarah, so that she was lying on top of her friend, 
eating Sarah out while she sat on her face, wiggling 
about to encourage her tongue to greater efforts.

And me? I was sitting on the bed, watching two 
beautiful ten-year-old girls putting on a lesbian show, 
just for me, that would have outdone most professional 
adults in enthusiasm. Not surprisingly, I was stroking 
my cock, and it was now straining rigid again.

At last, I could stand it no longer. Jessica's lovely 
little bum looked so cute, so inviting, as it waved in 
the air; and she had asked for her turn, earlier on. I 
don't think either child was even aware of me, as I 
moved round to the end containing Sarah's head and 
Jessica's arse. I caressed my girlfriend's buttocks for 
a moment, then parted the cheeks to play with her 
rosebud. Jessica giggled and sighed, pushing her bum 
back at me, as far as she could without pulling away 
from Sarah's mouth.

But that wasn't my target. Slipping my hand in through 
her crotch, I lifted her up a little, positioning the 
head of my cock between her open pussy-lips. Sarah 
started giggling too, and was alternately licking 
Jessica's clit and my shaft.

When I eased my erection inside, I found that it slid 
in with surprising ease. I'm not sure if it was down to 
Sarah's efforts giving extra lubrication, or to the 
stretching that her pussy had enjoyed over the last few 
days; but it took no more than four or five thrusts, 
that seemed to cause no pain, before the head was 
nuzzling against her cervix. I pumped in and out of 
her, while Sarah redoubled her tonguing, occasionally 
breaking off to give my balls a suck.

Since it wasn't long since I'd come, I held out longer, 
and felt Jessica go wild, shaking about as much as she 
could, pinned as she was between her two lovers, her 
little cunt overflowing with slurping juices. Always 
before, after my little girl had come, I'd stay inside 
her, share the wonderful post-orgasmic feeling as 
closely linked to her as we possibly could be.

This time, however, I had another object in mind; so, 
as soon as she'd stopped trembling, I pulled out of 
Jessica's cunt, with a sucking pop, and moved up to the 
other end. "Hey, where you going?" Jessica slurred.

"Fair's fair," I told her, giving her bum a playful 
slap. "You and me are going to do to Sarah what we've 
just done to you."

"Wow," she exclaimed, all thoughts of being aggrieved 
instantly vanished. 

"Can I lick your willy as it goes in and out?"

"Sweetheart," I told her, "you can lick my willy any 
way you like, whenever you like. It's your slave, my 
princess."

Looking up at me, with a big grin on her face, she 
looked unbearably sexy, her dark eyes shining, her 
cheeks glowing, her entire lower face smeared with 
Sarah's cunt-juices. She watched carefully, from point-
blank range, as I positioned myself between Sarah's 
open legs, lifted up the little girl by the hips and 
slid myself beneath her arse.

"Let me," Jessica insisted breathlessly. Taking my 
stiff, slick cock in one hand and parting Sarah's lips 
with the other, she stroked them both lovingly for a 
few moments; then, concentrating so hard her tongue was 
poking out, she guided my cock-head between the pussy-
lips and against the wet hole, still very small even 
though it was wide open. Bending down, she kissed 
Sarah's clit and my shaft once each; then she 
whispered, "Now, push."

I think my cock went halfway up Sarah's cunt on the 
first push; and the child went into convulsions, as if 
she were getting a hundred volts through her body. Her 
pussy spasmed; and, taking advantage, I got as far in 
as I could on the next thrust. She nearly pulled 
herself off me, thrashing wildly about; but Jessica lay 
down hard on top of her, wedging her girlfriend into 
place, so that I could fuck her hard.

I don't know how many orgasms Sarah had, while I was 
pushing in and out, or if she came down at all between 
them: I think she'd just gone into a state of 
continuous orgasm, coming with an intensity I've never 
seen in adult or child. I pounded her pussy hard, and 
Jessica's tongue was working overtime, licking Sarah's 
little clit when I was in and my shaft when it was 
pulled partially out. At the same time, one of her 
hands moved round my bum until, for the first time 
ever, she was playing with my arsehole.

After having just come once, I'd have expected to have 
lasted a long time; but, between Jessica's enthusiastic 
attentions and the wild, bucking spasms of Sarah's 
pussy, I soon felt my balls tighten and achingly fill 
up. "Here it comes," I yelled and, thrusting as far in 
as I could, let go spurt after spurt of my come. For 
the second time that evening, I flooded the little 
girl's virgin cunt with my semen.

Both Jessica and I twisted round so that we could hold 
Sarah, as she gradually came down from the heights of 
her ecstasy. She was breathing hard, mouth open and 
eyes shut; and she said nothing, her trembling, sweaty 
body limp between us. I caressed her lovingly; and, 
after a while, my hand met Jessica's, doing the same. I 
took hold of her hand; then I reached over and kissed 
her.

"I think she's asleep," Jessica murmured, after a 
while, sounding close to sleep herself. Sarah was, 
inside, now breathing evenly, still and relaxed. I 
could feel my mind phasing in and out; but, just as I 
was drifting off to sleep, Jessica whispered, "You shot 
your stuff in her twice, and I didn't get any."

For a moment, I thought she was being genuinely 
resentful; then I realised that her voice was about 
ninety percent teasing. The remaining ten percent 
simply wanted reassurance. "You can have it whenever 
you want, sweetheart," I replied. "This is Sarah's 
special time. That was what you wanted, wasn't it?"

She didn't say anything; but I felt her squeeze my 
hand. Then she lay quiet, until I was sure she was 
asleep; till she suddenly whispered, "Steve?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Does this mean you love Sarah, too, now?"

For just an instant, I found myself weighing up what 
answer Jessica might want, and whether Sarah really was 
asleep, before I reminded myself that I'd decided, from 
the start, I was going to give Jessica nothing but 
honesty. "Darling," I said, "I'll never love anyone 
else like I love you. We've had too much of a head-
start for that. But... yes, I do care very much about 
Sarah, for who she is. After all, she's your best 
friend, so you must know she's very special. I love you 
both in different ways; but you're my girl, and you 
always will be."

"Even when I'm ninety?"

"Well, if I'm still alive then... yes, even when you're 
ninety."

She was silent for a few moments; then she simply said, 
"OK, that's cool. Goodnight, Steve. I love you." She 
reached over and kissed me briefly; then lay back. 
Within seconds, I could tell that she was asleep.
I lay awake for a few minutes, luxuriating in the love 
and joy of the evening. I avoided any thoughts of 
problems, and the practicalities of the world outside: 
tonight, everything was perfect. Nothing existed but 
Jessica and Sarah and me.

"Night, sweetheart," I whispered at last. "I love you 
too. Now, and for ever."

To be continued...

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