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story_codes: M/g, drugged, cons

story_intro: As if having sex with a five year-old wasn't kinky enough, Headmaster Eddings discovers something about little Gretchen that makes her next visit to his office even kinkier.

story_language: English





Claridge Academy, part 7

Written by madvlad


Note: This begins on Monday morning, the day after Part 6 ended. See earlier parts for the descriptions of the plotlines and characters.

	Headmaster Marshall Eddings was contemplating having Naomi Chandler pay him another visit tonight. The sixth grader's juicy little twat remained stubbornly tight (not that he minded) since he took her virginity less than two weeks ago. This was followed by three more 'private tutoring' sessions in his office last week, each one culminating in two loads of sperm getting dumped in her preteen cunt.

	Although he had planned on more time with Gretchen Larsen, the five year-old he had initiated at the beginning of the school year's second week, but Naomi had been the exclusive focus of his attention. The eleven year-old's small, tender breasts were delicious mouthfuls for him to snack on as he plowed his way into her hairless cunny. In his first session with her, he had discovered that her older cousin had taught the girl how to masturbate, providing him with an excellent floor show each night while his wilted prick recovered from the first fucking.

	Before sitting at his desk, Eddings checked the bottom drawer for any news from The Five. Sitting in the front of the drawer was the now familiar white envelope. Eddings reclined in his chair and opened the letter.

	"Dear Headmaster Eddings,

	We trust this letter finds you in good health. It seems you are quite taken with Miss Chandler and we look forward to making her acquaintance some time in the near future.

	This past weekend was a busy one for several of your students. The members of the self-proclaimed 'Bitch Brigade' were taught a lesson in humility after trying to arrange the rather brutal rapes and torture of the two younger sisters of their group, Beth Miller and Meagan Andrews. Whether or not this lesson stays with them (we doubt it will) remains to be seen.

	The younger Miss Miller and the younger Miss Andrews, along with their little friends Veronica Isigawa and Whitney Bell, were guests at a very large, prolonged party this weekend. Having previously asked you to refrain from any intimacy with them, we shall provide you with an update. The two nine year-olds, Miss Miller and Miss Isigawa, are no longer virgins and you are free to have them any way you wish. 

	However, the two five year-olds, Miss Andrews and Miss Bell, must remain with their hymens intact. We haven't made any plans for their deflowering at this point, but the ladies in our club find their little vaginas quite succulent and enjoy teasing the little ones' maidenheads. Although please feel free to have these children provide you with any oral pleasure you desire. All four girls, in fact are now, experts in this area."

	Eddings lowered the letter as he tried to imagine what had happened. Beth and Veronica's cunnies getting opened up while Meagan and Whitney were introduced to lesbian sex. Here it was, barely after eight in the morning and his cock was stiff and begging for release at the mere thought of what might have happened to his young students. He returned to the letter and its last paragraph.

	"After these girls were sent back to the academy, we had your first little lover, Gretchen Larsen, over for a more intimate gathering. I must say, she was quite the life of the party as the enclosed photograph shows. Due to her small stature, you should refrain from any sex with her for a day or two as she may need a little time to recover from our attentions. Given time and a few years of growth, we're sure she will become as resilient as the lusty Naomi. For now, please grant her a little patience in the event you decide to tear your attention away from Miss Chandler.

	Sincerely,

	The Five"

	Eddings looked in the envelope and found a photo that he had missed when he removed the letter. In the picture, Gretchen was lying naked on what appeared to be a fine oriental carpet. Her eyes had the slightly glassy look from the drug he used on her and Naomi and he could see a trickle of white liquid coming from the corner of her slightly open mouth. 

	A larger puddle of liquid, undoubtedly semen, was gathering between her spread legs. A slimy trail of jism drained from the child's bald cunt into the small pool. Looking closer, Eddings could see a small but distinctly separate stream dripping from the youngster's tiny asshole. It must have been quite a party.

	Tucking the photo and letter away in the drawer, Eddings fished out one of the old headmaster's scrap books. The photo had left him fixated on Gretchen and he needed some material to pleasure himself with until Gretchen would be ready again. Despite his urgent need, the headmaster made a mental note to wait until Wednesday evening before summoning the little girl to his office. In the mean time, he would read some narratives about other headmasters and the kindergarteners they enjoyed. 

	The book he had taken was one of Headmaster LaGrange's volumes. He was the wicked man who had tape-recorded his sessions. These recordings had since been transferred to digital media in the form of a flash drive which he inserted into his computer. The sound files were listed by date to make it easy to find the match for any girl LaGrange had put in the book. Ensuring his office door was locked and the volume on his computer was set fairly low, Eddings commenced with his reading and listening.

	Tuesday was a busy day for the headmaster with department head meetings. It wasn't until the evening that he had an opportunity to select another of LaGrange's books. The man (who was still alive and quite spry), had been a prolific writer and lover of little girls. 

	As he was listening to the recording of a five year-old having sex for the first time, he was amused at how little had changed in the sounds the little ones made when getting their cherries popped and their tiny cunts filled with cock. This one sounded so much like Gretchen. Looking at the picture in LaGrange's book, he was struck by the facial similarities of the strawberry blonde from years ago and his Gretchen. Then he peered closer - there was definitely a resemblance. This girl's hair was reddish blonde and worn differently than Gretchen's light yellow braid, but the eyes and mouth were eerily the same.

	Eddings paused the recording and tapped some commands into his computer, retrieving the alumni database. The girl in question, Leslie Tanner, had graduated from Claridge. After college, she married one Gregory Larsen and - yes - had a daughter, Gretchen, who had started at Claridge this year. Eddings smiled as he realized that two generations of kindergarteners in one family had lost their virginity on this very desk in front of him.

	The next night, Gretchen's eyes glazed over as the drug in her fruit punch took hold. Eddings played with her, asking perfectly ridiculous questions in such a way that the drugged child would agree. The tendency to do as asked also extended to agreeing to a posed suggestion with little or no thought.

	"I would look much more distinguished if I dyed my hair purple, wouldn't I?"

	"Yes," she answered plainly, with no hint of smile at the humorous image. 

	"Now get undressed."

	After Gretchen had disrobed, he laid her on his desk and began nibbling on her flat chest. While he missed Naomi's new little buds, there was something just as erotic in the innocence of the younger girl's completely undeveloped body. He caressed her smooth legs before bringing his hand up to their juncture and squeezed the fat little piece of girl meat he found there. 

	He put one finger in his mouth to wet it before returning it to her hairless pussy. As he resumed munching on a nipple, he twisted his finger to get it into the little girl's tiny hole. For someone who had been gangbanged this weekend, she was incredibly tight. Not that Eddings himself had any other five year-olds to compare her to (at least not yet), but she felt as tight as she was when he had deflowered her. Gradually, her vaginal muscles loosened as he massaged her twat and then he could feel the beginnings of her self-lubrication. He worked his finger more until her insides were soaking.

	He turned the girl over and had her get on her hands and knees. Then he walked over to a small video camera he had set up and verified the angle. It was set up to catch all of Gretchen's body and would only catch part of the front of someone standing behind her. After making a few adjustments, he turned the camera on. 

	He held a picture of five year-old Leslie Tanner in front of the camera before setting it on his desk so that Gretchen could see. When she had first come to his office, he had shown her this picture. The child had been delighted to see a picture of her mother at the same age that she now was.

	"Who is that little girl?" he asked as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants.

	"My mommy."

	"Did you know that your mommy was a cock slut when she was your age?"

	"No."

	He hadn't phrased the question correctly, but it was no matter. Gretchen's bald cunny was a ripe target between her cute young thighs. Eddings worked his prick head between the plump lips and shoved his cock into her snug little hole as far as he could go.

	"Um," was all she could manage when he reached her cervix.

	"Well, she was a cock slut. And you are a good little cock slut, too. Aren't you?"

	"Yes."

	The video camera captured the motion of an adult cock pumping in and out of the little girl's body from behind. Despite how small the headmaster's cock was, it still looked quite large compared to the five year-old. The camera also faithfully recorded the wet sounds of the pedo-fucking and the subdued gasps and other small sounds from Gretchen.

	"You sound just like your mommy," Eddings said as he tapped a key on his computer. 

	The similar sounds of Gretchen's mother from years ago joined those of her young daughter as her baby quim was used by the current headmaster. 

	"Like mother, like daughter," Eddings murmured. "Look at your mommy's picture. You like cock as much as she does, don't you?

	"Yes."

	"And you loved getting gang-fucked this weekend, didn't you?"

	"Yes."

	"Maybe someday soon, you and your mommy can get gang-raped together by a bunch of escaped convicts. That would be fun, wouldn't it?"

	"Yes."

	As if fucking Gretchen's slight, tight hole wasn't enough for him; Eddings was getting even more turned on by this word play.

	"Who's your best friend?"

	"Meagan."

	"Meagan should put on a strap-on dildo and shove it up your precious little cunt, shouldn't she?"

	"Yes."

	"And you could eat your mommy's cunt while she was doing that. Would you like that?"

	"Yes."

	"And then your daddy could shove his big prick in your little asshole. That would be fun, right?"

	"Yes."

	"Yes, you little slut," Eddings grunted as he picked up his pace. 

	He let out a long groan as he blew his load inside the five year-old, quickly overloading her twat with jism. Reaching under her, he placed his hand on her lower belly, fantasizing that he could feel her miniature womb expanding as he filled it with sperm.

	He withdrew from the little girl's squishy quim with a loud plopping sound and staggered over to the video camera. Pulling it from its mount, he went back over behind Gretchen and zoomed in for a close-up as her small, hairless cunny was still leaking his spunk in heavy streams down the insides of her thighs while the sounds of five year-old Leslie getting fucked still played from the speakers.

	Eddings turned off the recording after he returned the camera to its mount. He got behind his desk again and ordered Gretchen to turn around. 

	"Lick my cock - you made it all messy."

	The obedient child began cleaning Eddings' prick with her small red tongue. 

	"You love the taste of your cunt slime on my dick, don't you?"

	"Yes."

	Eddings felt himself begin to harden again. The power of these little ones to rejuvenate his sex drive was simply amazing.

	"Now put as much of it in your mouth as possible and start sucking."

	Gretchen took his entire head and a little of his shaft in her mouth and began to put a vacuum on it. She rubbed the underside of his meat with her tongue after he directed her to. Eddings used his thumb and forefinger to stroke the base of his cock. 

	As he wanked himself, he gazed at the little girl's mouth straining to keep a suction on him. Bits of spittle gathered around her lips, but she continued to do as she had been instructed. His eyes wandered down her small body, coming to rest on the tiny buttocks that looked so inviting, even from his angle above her head. He felt the surge begin in his balls and happily fed his young student an evening snack. 

	As he spewed the last of his load into her mouth he pulled out and told her not to swallow it. He retrieved the camera and brought it in front of Gretchen's face.

	"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

	Gretchen did so, revealing thick gobs of cum.

	"Now swallow it all."

	She did in several gulps.

	"Open your mouth again and stick out your tongue.

	The child obeyed, revealing a clean interior. 

	"That's a good little cock slut."

	Eddings cleaned the girl up and had her get dressed. Her dorm mother, Dottie, retrieved the girl and bade him a good night, never revealing that she knew of the abuse (which he knew she did). The headmaster made a copy of the video, which he added to his narrative once it was complete. Sealing it in an envelope, he placed it in the bottom file drawer and locked it before leaving his office while whistling a happy tune.

	Dottie applied some healing salve to Gretchen's nicely fucked little cunny and pulled her panties up. The girl was alright, but a little medicine would keep her from feeling much of any after-effect from her session. As she noticed the signs of the drug wearing off, Dottie chatted with Gretchen about how the girl and her headmaster had a wonderful time talking about some of the birds that could be found on the school grounds. This planted the suggestions in the girl's head about what happened during her time alone in Eddings' office.

	After all six of her girls were in bed, Dottie furiously masturbated herself while fantasizing about having sex with Gretchen. She also knew that Meagan and Whitney were being used although their pussies had not yet been fucked. Jus thought of any of those girls' small, perfect bodies being used for the pleasure of adults made Dottie's cunt wet.

	She typed an e-mail to her contact, who she had never met, updating him on Gretchen's status. 

	"I wanted to lay Gretchen down on the floor and eat her little cunt for hours," she wrote. "Obviously, I didn't but if you could have seen her, you'd understand the temptation. I enjoy the trips you provide me to the spa and its little workers, but is there any chance I could ever have one of the girls I'm watching here?"

	After she sent it, she sat at her desk, considering what she had written. She supposed that no one would have known if she had taken some fun with Gretchen, but she knew she had a good thing going here and didn't want to risk it. Suddenly, her computer chimed with an e-mail reply.

	"Thank you for the update - we are looking forward to the headmaster's report. Concerning the other matter - we understand the temptation and we greatly appreciate your frankness. It shows you can be trusted. It is rare to have a dorm mother have more than one or two of her six girls, if any, getting used. So we can understand what you must be thinking now that three of your charges are 'active'. We may make arrangements for you to have one of these in the future. Barring that, we will provide some other suitable compensation."

	Dottie exhaled slowly, relieved that she hadn't overplayed her hand. She left her room and walked into the common room. A laundry hamper stood near the door, ready for tomorrow's collection. She lifted the lid and rummaged through the clothes, rubbing the tiny pairs of panties in her hand with the girls' names written inside the waistband. Gretchen, Meagan, Samantha, Whitney, Lauren, Maggie. It was quite a delicious menu.





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