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story_codes: M/g, F/g, f/g, g/g, cons

story_intro: Meet Abby, a pretty ten year-old attending the school. An accomplished dancer, she is very sweet-natured and demure - which is hard to do when damn near every man, woman, and girl wants to have sex with her.

story_language: English






Claridge Academy, part 12

Written by madvlad


Note: This can be enjoyed as a stand-alone story. See previous parts for the description and background of some of the the characters and plotlines. Part 12 takes place later the same day as Part 11

	The afternoon could not arrive quickly enough for Headmaster Eddings. After watching the video of Gretchen and Meagan, he was eagerly looking forward to the first ballet class. Although he had been looking forward to the class with its young students in their tight costumes, he hoped he would see these two particular girls as the kindergarteners who wanted to learn to dance were having their session today.

	He casually strolled into the dance room shortly after the class had begun and gave a quick nod and smile to the teacher, a striking black woman named Monica Wiley. He took a seat on the bench and opened a folder with some papers he had brought to maintain his cover as simply watching different classes while reviewing whatever mysterious paperwork that headmasters had to contend with. Actually, it was an easy faade to maintain as he had already established this habit for real, feeling that a headmaster who always stayed in his office soon lost touch with the school around him.

	There were fourteen girls from kindergarten, all of them dressed in form-fitting black leotards and white tights. Eddings was disappointed that Meagan and Gretchen were not among them, but they were still fun to watch as they learned their first basic dance steps, completely oblivious to how attractively their little bodies were displayed as they bent and stretched. 

	At one point, a child whose long red hair hung in unruly curls fell down as she tried to pivot on one foot. After she got to her feet, another five year-old helpfully brushed the dust from the redhead's rear end. Now there was a job that the headmaster would have loved to have had. 

	Eddings spied a tiny blonde who was smaller than her peers and recognized her as Whitney, the little girl he had seen in the auditorium on the first day of school when Meagan befriended her. Another girl with black curly hair stayed close to Whitney during the class and was constantly looking at her. Eddings couldn't blame the dark-haired girl as Whitney was quite wonderful to watch. The horny headmaster imagined she'd even be more wonderful to taste under her dance clothes. 

	After Monica dismissed the class, Whitney and her friend stayed behind to watch an older girl practicing by herself in a corner. Eddings had been so enthralled with the five year-olds that he had completely missed this girl. 

	She looked to be about nine or ten, with glossy brown hair tucked in a ponytail for dance practice and soft brown, doe-like eyes. Her mouth was full and perfectly formed with smooth red lips. Clad in a pink leotard with pale pink tights stretched lovingly over her slender body, she was oblivious to everyone else as she slowly and gracefully moved to the music playing form a small mp3 player rigged to a speaker. Eddings admired her lovely form from her delicately sculpted neck to her legs which were very well-toned without being thick or bulky in musculature. 

	He nodded his head toward the girl as Monica walked over to him. 

	"I'm no expert in judging ballet, but she looks quite good," he remarked.

	"She's exceptional - easily the best student I've here," Monica replied. "And I've had some good ones. She also does very well in her studies - top grades and all, but she could very well have a future in the ballet if that's the path she chooses. But she has plenty of time to decide either way."

	"How old is she and what's her name."

	"Abby Dumont. She turned ten in... July, if I remember right. She's in the fifth grade. And she's a really sweet kid - very kind and thoughtful of others; something a lot of adults can't say for themselves. Now that you're headmaster, I'm sure you'll be seeing her at the end of the year when you are passing out academic achievement awards."

	"I will look forward to it," Eddings said as he glanced at his watch. "I must be going."

	Eddings was certainly looking forward to meeting Abby. A few minutes earlier, he had visions swimming in his brain about sampling that little redhead's ass and of Whitney lying on his desk, squirming with pleasure under his mouth, perhaps while her friend was feasting on his cock. But now Abby was definitely on his menu tonight. 

	Abby closed her eyes as she moved through the last two minutes of this routine which she had done many times before. The song had been one of her late mother's favorites. This had made her sad at first, but now it gave her some quiet joy to know that somehow her mother knew that her eldest daughter was dancing to it. 

	Her family lived only four hours away from Claridge. She had proven to be quite brilliant when she was a toddler and her parents had weighed against having their daughter go away to boarding school when she was five. But Claridge had an excellent academic reputation and that won out. Fortunately, the school maintained several guest houses on the grounds and her parents were often there every other weekend for those first two happy years.

	Then her mother had been diagnosed with cancer while she was pregnant again. The doctors had wanted to abort the fetus and begin chemotherapy, but Madeleine Dumont was fiercely protective of her unborn child and refused. She carried the child to term and delivered a girl they named Lisette, after Madeleine's mother. Then Madeleine began her medical treatment, but it was too late and within six months she was gone. 

	Abby's father, who owned a small but very successful consulting firm, did his best to raise his daughters, despite pleas from family members on both sides to hire a nanny. Abby continued to attend Claridge while her father, Stephen, found away to juggle his business demands with raising Lisette, who was now three. During Abby's breaks form school, he always arranged to have more time to spend at home or taking trips with his two girls.

	Stephen's older sister, a childless woman in her late thirties, also proved to be a huge help. Pauline Dumont was a cheerful, powerfully-built woman with heart of gold and a sharp wit who would take care of Lisette when Stephen had to travel. Since Abby's father could not visit Claridge as much, Pauline made it a habit of visiting Abby at the school at least one weekend a month. 

	The first time she came to Claridge, she caused quite a stir as she rode her Harley-Davidson with a sidecar up the school gate. The flustered guard matched her driver's license to the approved visitor list and was forced to let her through. With her short-cropped hair, muscular build, and her penchant for heavy boots, motorcycles, and muscle cars, she might have been considered a bull dyke lesbian. She wouldn't have taken any offence - because that's what she was. Any discomfort that some people might have felt about this was quickly put to rest by her blunt, sometimes outrageous humor about her orientation. 

	Abby finished her dance as the song game to an end and was startled to hear some enthusiastic clapping. She turned to see two bright-eyed little girls smiling at her.

	"You're the best dancer ever!" said the blonde one as the other nodded in agreement.

	Abby flushed at the praise as she toweled some sweat from her face.

	"Well, there are a lot of people better than me, but thank you anyway. You must be in the new class. What are your names?"

	"I'm Samantha," said the curly-haired curl.

	"Whitney," said the blonde, softly. She seemed a little embarrassed by her earlier burst of ebullience, but Abby simply ruffled both girls' hair.

	"So you want to be dancers?" she asked.

	The two five year-olds told her all about their first class, trying to reproduce their first, clumsy steps. Abby just smiled and patiently listened to them, then tried to answer their inquiries as they peppered her with questions. When they finally stopped, Abby unplugged the mp3 player from the speaker and put it in her bag. 

	"I have to bring the speaker back to Miss Wiley's office. Why don't you get your sneakers on until I come back? If you promise to take good care of it and return it, I have a book about a little girl mouse who became a ballerina. My dad gave it to me when I started dancing at your age."

	Samantha and Whitney were clearly thrilled that this bigger girl was paying so much attention to them. They ran to get their sneakers while Abby brought the speaker back to Monica's office.

	"I was watching you just now," the teacher said. "Congratulations on your new fan club."

	Abby smiled shyly. "They're so cute," she said. 

	"Oh, yes," Monica agreed as her eyes narrowed in thought. "Damn cute - and mighty tasty-looking, too. "I'll bet that dark-haired one is a tigress between the sheets."

	Abby looked shocked at Monica's statement, but the woman just smiled as she walked over to the girl. 

	"But you, Abby, are still my favorite hottie."

	She bent down and kissed Abby on the mouth, snaking her tongue inside the child's mouth as she slid a hand up the back of one thigh and squeezed on one tight ass cheek.
Abby met Monica's tongue with her own, as she knew she was supposed to do. After a moment, the teacher broke their kiss.

	"God, we've got to get some sack time together, and soon," Monica said in a husky voice. "Is your aunt coming to visit this weekend?"

	"Yes."

	"Good. Maybe she'll share. Now go get your little friends. Oh, and Abby?"

	The girl stopped at the door and turned to look at her. Monica looked back with a serious expression on her face.

	"You earned their applause. Your dance was beautiful."

	Abby dropped her eyes and smiled, thanking the teacher for her heartfelt compliment. Samantha and Whitney were waiting for her.

	"Come on," she said. "We'll get the book from my room."

	"We get to go to your room? I've never been in a big girl's dorm room before!" Whitney exclaimed. 

	"I've been to my sister's room once," Samantha told Abby. "She's a big girl, too. Her name is Wendy and she's in the third grade. What grade are you in?"

	"The fifth," Abby replied. "We're in the same building as your sister, just on a different floor."

	Abby reflected on what Monica said as she walked to her dorm with the two little girls in tow. She would be staying with her aunt at one of the school guesthouses. And only one bed would need to be made each morning.

	
Five Years Earlier:

	Abby was so excited to see her Aunt Pauline. Although she had only been at the school for two weeks, the kindergartner took great pains to point out everything she had learned about the school as she took her aunt on a tour of the campus grounds. Although the students were allowed to wear any clothing after school hours and on weekends, Abby was proud of her school uniform and wanted to wear it all day.

	That night, Pauline had taken her niece out to eat in town. The pair drew startled looks from people as she drove her motorcycle through town with a little girl in the sidecar wearing a helmet and a Claridge uniform. After dinner, they settled into the small living room in the guest house and watched a movie. 

	By the end of the film, Pauline was stroking one of Abby's thighs. The little girl didn't think much of it as her aunt had done that in the past as a sign of affection. As the movie credit began to scroll, Pauline moved her hand up under Abby's skirt and began stroking her between her legs.

	The kindergartener gasped in shock as she realized that her aunt was touching her right on her panties! Maybe she didn't know how far her hand had reached.

	"A-aunt Pauline," the tot stammered. "You're touching my special place."

	"I know. And it feels very special."

	"But you shouldn't do that."

	"Are you sure? We'd better take a look to make sure."

	Abby looked on in shock as Pauline casually flipped her skirt up and peeled her panties down her legs. Holding the panties, Pauline lifted Abby's legs and slipped them off over her feet. Abby's legs dropped down and slightly more apart, giving Pauline the first look she had gotten of Abby's cunny in three years.

	"Oh, Baby," Pauline breathed. "You look so damned good!"

	The plump cleft mound between the child's legs was dainty and smooth. Pauline returned her hand to the delicate flesh and resumed massaging it, now unimpeded by the thin cotton material that has covered it. 

	"But you're not supposed to," Abby whined as her breathing intensified.

	"But doesn't it feel good?" Pauline asked. "Haven't you ever touched yourself there and felt good?"

	Pauline could tell by the flustered look on her nieces face that she had.

	"Yes," she said meekly. "But it was when I was washing it in the bath."

	"Did you tell your mom and dad?"

	"No."

	"That's right, because it felt good and you were not hurt. Don't ever let someone hurt you there, but if it feels good, it's a nice, special secret and you can keep about your nice, special place', okay?"

	The little girl nodded as she felt her tiny clit stiffen under her aunt's fingers. Something felt warm deep between her legs and she could see her aunt's finger tip poking and going...inside her special place! The finger stopped when Abby felt it push against something inside her hole. Pauline did not push her finger any further but kept caressing the little girl's quim both inside and out. Then she felt her finger tip becoming damp.

	"Mmmm. You're getting wet."

	Pauline was startled when Abby burst into tears. She quickly pulled her hand away from her niece's groin and held her. 

	"I'm sorry, Honey. Did I accidentally hurt you?"

	"No," Abby sobbed. "I didn't mean to pee. I'm not a baby!"

	Pauline chuckled and hugged the girl to her. 

	"It's okay. You didn't pee," she said, rocking the little girl. "That's just how your special place responds when it's feeling good. How about if I show you how I can make it feel even better? Would you like that?"

	"Uh huh."

	Pauline carried Abby to the mater bedroom, skipping one hand beneath the girl's skirt so she could feel her bare buttocks. Gently, she laid Abby out on the bed and started to remove the school blazer (which Abby had insisted on wearing, even inside the house), but reconsidered. Leaving the jacket on, she unbuttoned the child's blouse and un-tucked it from her skirt. She pulled the front of the shirt open and pulled her skirt up, leaving Abby's torso and crotch bare. 

	Pauline straightened up and admired her work. The combination of Abby's soft child's body with her undeveloped chest and hairless pussy along with the carefully undone prim school uniform gave the little girl a look that was both innocent and sluttish. The woman had been waiting for this moment for three years.

	When Abby was a baby, Pauline had changed plenty of her diapers without a second thought beyond the job of cleaning and drying the girl. But one day shortly after Abby turned two years old, Pauline came to visit and was told by Madeleine that Abby was now toilet-trained. When she heard her favorite aunt's voice, Abby came running into the room. 

	"Look at me!" she proudly announced as she stripped down to her brand new underpants. The toddler proudly walked around the living room to show that she was now a big girl who didn't need diapers anymore. Seeing that cute, pudgy little body with only a small piece of fabric protecting the private places made Pauline want to yank those undies off and eat the little girl on the spot. But naturally, she thought her brother and sister-in-law might object. 

	But now she had her niece on her bed, looking just as adorable as ever, and looking up at her with trust in her big brown eyes. Pauline quickly shucked her clothes off and climbed into bed next to Abby. 

	"I'm going to make you feel very, very good. Than I'll show you how you can do the same to me."

	Abby nodded and stared at the ceiling as her aunt began to bring more strange feelings come to life between her legs. After a few minutes, the tiny muff was quotes with fluids, allowing Pauline to rub the mound's soft outer skin harder and faster without hurting the girl. She placed one arm under Abby's shoulder and lifted her into a sitting position so she could see her aunt's hand at work between her splayed legs. 

	Abby began whimpering as the feelings inside her immature sex began to tighten and intensify. They seemed to compress until a sharp release let everything loose. The little girl was unprepared for the sensations coursing through her young body, sensations meant to be felt at a much more mature age, and nearly fainted.

	Pauline held her little niece until she came to her senses.

	"What happened?" 

	"You had an orgasm. It's called cumming. Did you like it?"

	"Uh huh. My special felt like it was dancing inside."

	Pauline wiped her fingers over Abby's pussy slit, coating them with the juice from the child's first ever cum. She sucked her fingers one by one, savoring the taste of her precious little niece's introduction to sex. She dipped another fingertip into the narrow slit and this time offered her finger to Abby.

	"Try some. Your cunny is delicious."

	The little girl sampled her dew, tasting her own sex for the first time. With Pauline coaxing her, she used her own fingers to draw more juices from her snatch, but then surprised her aunt by offering her small hand to her. Pauline licked the child's hand clean then wiped more cum juice from Abby's pussy and fed it to the little girl. They sat like this, feeding each other fingers coated with Abby's drippings until her little pussy was clean. 

	"Aunt Pauline?"

	"Yes?"

	"What did you call my special place? A cummy?"

	"Cunny. It's just another word for your special place."

	"I used to call it a pee pee, but that was when I was little," the five year-old said. "Can I call it a cunny, too?"

	"Sure. Now that you're getting to be such a big girl, how about if I show you how to make your aunt feel good, too?"

	Abby nodded vigorously. She had always been a thoughtful child and was delighted to see how she could make her aunt feel really nice, too. 

	By the time Pauline's next visit was over, Abby had been given her first, and very wet, lessons in oral sex. Abby was such a delicious little treat, from her scrumptious lips to her cute chest and tummy, and all the way from her dainty toes. Of course, her niece's miniature hairless pussy was always the best dessert. 

	Abby proved to be an excellent pupil in bed - as well as on the floor, on the couch, and in the bathtub. Pauline had never had children, so she was in heaven as she felt a small mouth contentedly sucking at her breasts. She had always taken a long time to cum, but she never got impatient as she watched her niece's head moving as it was buried between her legs. She would even play with the girl, trapping the child's heads between her muscular thighs. But Abby would return to her aunt's twat as diligently as she did with her schoolwork and her dancing. In the aftermath of cumming, Pauline loved to see Abby's smiling face, shiny with her aunt's fluids, rise up from her crotch.

	A favorite position of Pauline's was for Abby to eat her while lying on her aunt's stomach with her rear end toward Pauline's face. While lying on her back, Pauline found that her breasts flattened just enough to get a good view of Abby's posterior. She loved playing with the five year-old's perfect little ass and massaging her bald quim until the little girl came. Pauline would smear her breasts with Abby's juices and, after the little girl made her cum, would have the little girl lick her own essence from her aunt's body.  

	A month later, Abby was awakened in bed with the room completely dark in the guesthouse. Pauline apparently wasn't sated by their sex before and after bedtime and was busy running her hands and tongue all over the little girl's body. Abby lost track of where she was being fondled as it seemed in so many places at once until she realized there were more than two hands molesting her. 

	"Aunt Pauline?" she called out fearfully.

	Pauline lifted her head from one pretty nipple she was trying to suck into a miniature tit. 

	"It's okay, Sweetie," she assured her niece. "I invited a friend."

	"Just relax, Sugar," came a familiar voice from behind Abby. "We're gonna take you to heaven in bed before you know it."

	Abby gasped as she recognized the voice of her dance teacher, Miss Wiley. Then she felt the woman kiss her way slowly down her back until she stopped to nibble and suck on one of her little buttocks.

	Abby soon learned that her aunt was never short on ideas to pleasure and surprise her little niece. Some of these were outright shocking. But throughout it all, Abby retained her gentle, quiet nature, knowing that her aunt would never allow her to come to any real harm. 

	When she was six, Pauline took her to see the classic Christmas ballet, 'The Nutcracker' and had even rented them a private balcony box for the show. During the first act, her aunt wondered aloud how large a dildo the young girl playing Clara could take up her ass. At intermission, Abby was on her knees in front of Pauline and brought her to climax just before the curtain was raised on Act II. During 'The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy' Abby's pretty red velvet dress was bunched around her waist with her panties at her knees as Pauline diddled her little quim to the beat of the music, bringing the first grader to an orgasm just as the dance was over.

	Then there was the Halloween party two years later. Pauline brought her to a nightclub whose only guests were lesbians with a fondness for young girls - and their young guests. Pauline's costume was a spiked dog collar with a leash with very little else on her body. Abby held the other end while wearing a pint-sized, black latex dominatrix outfit. No other woman tried to do anything with her (those were the club rules), although a short brunette named Barb gave the girl her phone number, much to Abby's embarrassment. 

	"Here we are," Abby told Samantha and Whitney. "Samantha, your sister's class is on the first floor. We're on the third."

	As they climbed the stairs, both little girls became concerned about how the other big girls would treat them. The other third graders were nice to Samantha when she was here, but then she was with her sister Wendy. (Wendy would show Samantha her dorm room, then induced her little sister to strip and lie on her bed so she could play the Rubbing Game with her for the first time since school had started.) And Whitney knew two fourth graders, Beth and Veronica, who had been very nice to her and Meagan.

	But these were even bigger girls - already in the fifth grade! They might laugh at the two kindergarteners and call them babies, even if Abby told them to stop. Samantha and Whitney were beginning to think this was a bad idea.

	But their fears were put to rest when they went into the common room that Abby shared with the five other girls in her unit. Four other girls were already there and they quickly fawned over the small pair and had them sitting on their laps while Abby went to her room to get the book.

	"So are you two going to be dancers like Abby?" asked a girl with short brown hair named Kathy.

	"Uh huh," Whitney answered. 

	"I was in dance class with her when we were your age," Kathy continued. 

	"You're a dancer, too?" asked Samantha.

	"No, Abby danced. I mostly fell on my butt," Kathy explained as everyone laughed.

	Abby came out with the book and gave it to Whitney. She looked over at Kathy and was glad to see she was happy again. A couple of weeks ago, she had suddenly become moody and withdrawn. Then last week, she seemed to snap out of her funk.

	"Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?" Abby asked the kindergarteners.

	Although they were capable of getting back themselves, they were thrilled with the idea of showing up at their dorm in the company of an older girl like Abby. They were heading toward the door when a young Hispanic girl came in and greeted everyone. 

	"Hi, Abby," the girl said as she looked at Samantha and Whitney. "Do we have some new roommates? We're out of beds, so we'll have to put them in the closet."

	The girl gave the five year-olds and exaggerated wink to show she was kidding. 

	"Samantha, Whitney - this is my roommate, Lucia," Abby said. "If she ever moves in with you guys, you can stuff her in the closet."

	This prompted more laughter in the room before Lucia stopped Abby as she started to leave.

	"Before I forget, Abby - Mrs. Stovich said that the headmaster wants to see you right after dinner. And don't worry; you're not in any trouble."

	"Like she would be," one of the other ten year-old girls added, good-naturedly.

	Headmaster Eddings was puzzled as he received a text on his cell phone from a blocked phone number. The message simply read, "Check you desk." Intrigued, he cut his walk around the campus short and returned to his office. On his desk was another white envelope with his name written in the elegant script of his contact with The Five. He opened it up to find a short note.

	"Dear Headmaster Eddings,

	Congratulations on your fine selection of Abigail Dumont. We were wondering when you would notice her as she has been the object of many desires. Despite this attention, she remains a virgin in her vagina and her posterior, in accordance with some prior arrangements. We must ask you to adhere to this as well, although you'll find that she is quite skilled with her mouth. 

	Headmaster Farley had her when she was five and she became a frequent guest in this office during the remainder of his tenure here. Despite the draught's effect on the memory, the girl seems to have retained some memory or reflexive response to a penis in her mouth, so enjoy! And any oral or digital focus on her other parts are fine as she has been subjected to this in the past as well, though bear in mind that her hymen must remain pristine.

	Sincerely,

	The Five"

	Eddings sighed with disappointment. But he always told his students to make the most of every opportunity they received and he intended to live up to his own advice.

	Abby was nervous as she walked to the headmaster's office. Although she knew she hadn't done anything wrong in class, she was concerned about having to see him. If he ever learned what she had done behind carefully closed doors, she would be mortified, even though much of it was not instigated by her. While she never started any of what happened there, she knew how good it felt and that caused her some internal conflict with her normally demure personality.

	She remembered having visited Headmaster Farley during her first five years at the school, but never because of any trouble. He was very kind and understanding during several visits shortly before and after her mother's death. Aside from those sessions, she could recall very little in the way of details of her other ones with him, but she attributed that to being so nervous.

	Headmaster Eddings greeted her warmly and offered her some iced tea. He complimented her on her ballet, having watched some of her practice that afternoon. While Abby sipped her drink, the headmaster opened her school file and discussed her class load and grades - all of which were first rate.

	Eddings looked closely at Abby but could see none of the tell-tale glassiness in her eyes that had been indicative of the drug he had been previously given to put girls under his control. But enough time had passed, so he tried asking a ridiculous question to see how she would respond. An affirmative answer would mean the drug had taken hold. It had been another mild and sunny day on campus, so he had used this as his reference.

	"Abby, it was so wonderful to see so much snow on the ground. You did enjoy it, didn't you?"

	"Yes," she answered with a ready smile. 

	"Good. Then kindly get undressed and come to me."

	The ten year old removed her clothes, taking time to carefully fold them and place them on her chair. Then she stood before him where he could admire and fondle her little dancer's body. He groped her slim legs, feeling the curves of her muscles beneath her silken skin. Turning her around, he continued his exploration and he cupped her firm buttocks in his hands and squeezed them gently. 

	At his direction, she turned to face him again and he licked the taught flesh of her flat chest before sucking the dime-sized nipples until they became erect. The girl's breathing had become heavier and a gentle probe of the ten year-old's bald pussy revealed that the aphrodisiac portion of the drug was working quite well as a drop of little girl juice gleamed on his fingertip. He was pleased that she was already aroused, but so was he and as headmaster, he had seniority.

	Get on your knees, child, and suck this," he ordered as he produced his small but rigid cock from his pants. Abby leaned forward, bracing herself with one hand on his thigh. Even that small touch made him horny, but it was the soft, wet warmth of the fifth grader's mouth surrounding his cock that was pure heaven. As the letter described, the young girl was quite accomplished at oral sex in her drugged state. 

	As Abby's head bobbed up and down, Eddings watched his shaft get squeezed by those perfect red lips. Unseen behind them, her tongue washed his cock with long, loving swipes. He tapped the back of Abby's head, wondering if she would take him deeper. Without releasing her oral hold on his prick, the girl stood and bent over, changing the angle of her head and neck so that she could take his entire cock through her mouth and past her tonsils. He didn't have the length to go any farther than that, but it was plenty and he soon fed the child a steaming load of cum. 

	Eddings told the girl to sit on his desk, facing him with her legs spread. The flawless skin of her quim beckoned him and he wondered how Farley had managed to keep himself from cock-diving into that delicious young mound.

	"Abby, suck your thumb very hard, like it was a cock," he ordered.

	Abby immediately obeyed, looking rather coquettish sitting on the antique desk in the nude while sucking her thumb like a toddler. Leaning between her legs, Eddings inhaled the faint scent of her aroused sex and then began to lick the little female mound she presented him. She was delicious with a subtle taste that was not strong like that of a woman's. A deeper lick confirmed the presence of her maidenhead and he felt a pang of envy for the man who would finally have it. 

	The ten year-old shuddered as he orally mauled her slit and clitty, but she kept faithfully sucking her thumb as she had been instructed. Eddings could tell be how the flesh of Abby's pussy had suddenly tightened that he had given the girl an orgasm. But now his cock urgently demanded some payback with a rather stiff announcement. 

	He had Abby get off the desk and service him with her wonderful mouth again. This time, it took him a good twenty minutes before that old magic feeling was tickling his balls again. Not wanting to overfeed the poor child her second course all at once, he made her stand up straight whole he wanked himself to climax, using her body as target practice as he scored a direct hit on one nipple, a near miss on the other, then sprayed the rest on her belly.

	"Oh dear, Abby. You've managed to get quite a mess on your tummy."

	The girl glanced down at her cum-splattered stomach and looked back up at him with concern in her yes.

	"Should I clean it up?" she asked.

	Eddings loved this new version of the drug. She was responding without getting frightened or alarmed. And she would never remember a thing. 

	"Yes, but since you worked so hard to make all of this happen, you should spread some of it around between your legs first."

	"Like this?" she asked has she smeared a handful of white goo over her hairless snatch.

	"Yes, and don't be afraid to put some in your slit. Ah, very nice. Now scoop it up one finger at a time and eat it."

	Eddings took his video camera and recorded Abby carefully pulling his jism from her little cuntlet and eating it. This would make a fine addition to his report to The Five.

	
"So what did you and the headmaster talk about?" Lucia asked.

	"The school might do a midyear dance recital," Abby replied. "Plus he may have me taking one or two sixth grade classes next semester to challenge me. And it would move me ahead and let me take more electives when I'm in the high school grades."

	"Wow, you've got everything going on. Hey, what about those two little girls you had with you today?"

	"Samantha and Whitney - what about them?"

	"Are you going to share? We could teach them all about the Rubbing Game."

	"Lucia!" Abby scolded her as she turned scarlet with embarrassment. "It's nothing like that and they're too young?"

	"Too young? We were just six when Emma and Paige showed us."

	Lucia was correct. When she and Abby were in the first grade, two very horny thirteen year-olds invited the younger girls to their dorm room and showed them the game that had been passed down through generations of students at the all-girls school. One girl would lie on top of the other while both were naked and would rub her pussy against the other girl's sex until they both came. For many adolescent and prepubescent girls at Claridge, this was their first introduction to sex and the feelings their bodies could produce.

	Lucia, who was becoming quite sexually experienced at the age of ten, had enjoyed several clandestine meetings with Emma, now a senior, over the years. She thought that Abby was done with Paige after their first adventure, but Paige had kept after the younger girl; never forcing her to do anything, but always managed to find her alone and initiated some act or another.

	Paige was more interested in performing sex on Abby then receiving any, which provided at least some small sense of relief for the young girl since she did have to actually do anything besides receiving Paige's attentions. Just last week, Abby had been walking in the woods when Paige suddenly appeared from behind a tree. Five minutes later, Abby was on the ground between some bushes as Paige held her by the ass and feasted on the ten year-old's hairless muff.

	"Just please give it a rest, Lucia. You're starting to think about this stuff way too much."

	Lucia just tossed her hair and smiled at her friend.

	"Girls can't only play with dolls forever."

	Abby sighed. 

	"Okay, but please don't do anything with them, okay? I'm going to take a shower."

	Abby collected her pajamas and a towel and when to the shower room attached to the bathroom on their floor. There had once been a storage closet at one end of the shower room, but several years ago, it was renovated and two additional shower stalls were added. The storage room's old wall and door were still in place, providing anyone who used these last stalls with a little more privacy if they were changing outside the shower stalls.

	As both were vacant, Abby chose one of those and was quickly soaking herself under the streaming water while she thought about her roommate. Ever since their first meeting with Emma and Paige, the little Hispanic girl had been fascinated with sex. It was Lucia who always started the Rubbing Game between the two of them and insisted on being the one who rode on top. When they returned to school this year, Lucia's fascination with carnal activities had turned into an obsession. 

	During their first day back, Lucia breathlessly told Abby how her uncle had seduced and deflowered her over the summer.

	"At first it was scary 'cause it hurt the first time he put it in me and there was all the blood after. But then it was great. He's huge, but he was always sweet and slow with me, you know?"

	During the summer break, Lucia's uncle had pleasured himself and his niece in all three of her holes. One day, her aunt walked in on them while they were on the couch. Lucia wasn't sure how he explain this innocently while she had four inches of her uncle's prick buried in her ass. But her aunt just scolded her uncle for not telling her he has already begun sex with their nice. From then on, Lucia learned about all kinds of perverted fun from - and with - an adult man and an adult woman. And often at the same time. 

	Abby yelped jumped a few inches in the shower when she felt a hand on her shoulder. 

	"Jesus, Abby! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you."

	Abby turned to see Lucia staring at her. The other girl was stark naked.

	"Lucia. I...Uh, you're naked.

	"I'm in the shower. Duh!"

	Abby tiled her head and raised an eyebrow.

	"You can't wait for an empty shower?

	"The other one in this room is empty. And I shut and locked to door to the rest of the room," Lucia told her as she moved closer to her friend.

	Abby backed away until she was cornered. 

	"Come on, Lucia. Knock it off. It's bad enough you always want to do the Rubbing Game, but we're not even in bed."

	"Yeah, but if we're gonna make each other wet, why not do it where it's wet?"

	"Lucia, please. I need a break. Can't you find someone el-"

	Abby was interrupted when Lucia put a lip lock on her and jammed her tongue into Abby's mouth. Although Abby had been taught about deep kissing by her aunt, she hadn't shared this with Lucia. (In fact, she never told Lucia anything about what happed with her aunt, Paige, or Monica Wiley.) So Lucia thought that everything that Abby knew had come from her.

	Abby slumped as she felt Lucia's fingers exploring her tight little quim. The running shower water allowed Lucia to get a finger in Abby's slit without making her wet on the inside. She found Abby's cherry and rubbed her fingertip against it. She loved feeling the membrane inside her friend's sex as it reminded her how she was much more experienced now.

	Holding the kiss and licking Abby's molars, Lucia pressed Abby against the wall and began feverishly humping the other little girl. Their smooth wet pussies glided easily against each other and soon Lucia could tell that the wetness was changing from water to lubricant produced by their cunnies.

	Abby felt her body responding to Lucia's pressure and rubbing. She felt the warmth and pressure growing inside her lower belly and knew that her friend would time her humping so that they both came together. Despite her initial reluctance to Lucia's advances, Abby whined desperately into her friend's mouth as her sexual center exploded in a climax. 

	Lucia released Abby and eased her to the floor when Abby's legs buckled. Lucia stood above her friend and shoved a finger as far as it would go inside her little twat.

	"Mmm...that's good," Lucia murmured as she licked her juices from her finger. "Do you want some, Abby?"

	Abby could only shake her head while her nerves were recovering. Lucia bent down and kissed her friend on the cheek and patted her neck.

	"Well, you always know where you can get some when you're in the mood. Enjoy your shower."

	Lucia sauntered out of the stall with an exaggerated wiggle of her ass, something that always made Abby laugh since they were in kindergarten. Only now was there more of a sexual connotation to the action. Still, she heard Abby unsuccessfully try to stifle a laugh. She turned and winked at her friend and left the room. 




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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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