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story_codes: MMM+F/gg(8,6), g/g, first, non-cons, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Little Abby tried her best to be a good girl for her mommy. This includes avoiding strangers because they might do bad things to little girls. While Abby's not sure what those bad things might be, she learns soon enough when she and a friend are taken captive one weekend.


story_language: English



Training Weekend

Written by madvlad


	Note: The character of Rafe appeared in Schoolgirl Stars. The private school, Lillyfield, was also mentioned in the series, "Life of Privileges". But neither series has to be read to follow this story.

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	With her cell phone pressed to her ear, Elise paced back and forth rapidly, trying to explain to a corporate vice president why she couldn't fly out to the coast. Her eyes regularly darted to the school doors where the girls were starting to exit. The middle school girls were in white blouses and red plaid skirts (of an appropriate length - regularly checked) while the elementary ones wore red plaid jumpers over their blouses.

	As a single mother, she couldn't just pack up and leave her six year-old home alone for the weekend. Her boss knew her limitations but someone up higher just didn't understand.

	"Why can't your nanny watch your daughter?" the man asked.

	"I don't have one," Elise replied, drawing a surprised snort from the other end.

	The woman shook her head. Yes, she had a pretty good job but not one that allowed her to employ a nanny. But this bozo in his plush office couldn't comprehend that. As it was, Elise was extra careful with her budget so she could send Abby to a private school. And Lillyfield was one of the best.

	"Hi, Mrs. Wheeler! I...oh, sorry, I didn't know you were on the phone."

	Elise grinned and gave a finger wave to the dark-haired girl who was trotting up to her mother standing by the Jaguar parked next to Elise's more fiscally friendly Chevy. Missy was two years older than Abby and was evidently very popular as she was always talking and laughing with other girls.

	Elise's daughter was quieter and a bit shy but got along well enough with a small circle of friends. For some reason, though, Missy latched onto Abby when the younger girl started first grade. Rhonda, Missy's mother who often chatted with Elise while they waited for their kids, explained it after a week.

	"Missy wants a little sister and it's just not going to happen," Rhonda had said as she tapped her abdomen. Elise took it to mean some sort of "woman problems" and did not ask for elaboration. "So anyway, it looks like she has decided that Abby will be her surrogate sister. I hope you don't mind."

	"Not at all," Elise replied. "Maybe Missy can bring Abby out of her shell a little more. I mean, she's okay, socially, but..."

	"My wild heathen just may do that," Rhonda laughed. "Some days, I think she could wake the dead if she wanted. But your Abby is such a sweetie."

	The vice president said he'd schedule a conference call tomorrow morning to make sure he would get what he wanted. Elise simply acknowledged that before stabbing her finger against the phone's screen to end the call. She had a brief fantasy of punching her digit right through the damned thing. Better yet - punching it through that idiot executive's head. She could almost hear the rush of air as it was sucked in by the vacuum inside the man's skull.

	Then her irritation evaporated as she spied a small, familiar figure heading her way. The sunlight played in the honey blonde tresses that framed Abby's round face. Although she wore her backpack, Abby clutched a paper in her hand - no doubt a special drawing for her mother or perhaps a piece of school work with a perfect score.

	Elise squatted and scooped her little angle into a firm hug. Then Abby presented her with a pair of birds rendered in red and yellow crayon which would find a place of honor on the rapidly filling walls in their apartment.

	When she heard Missy's squeal of excitement, Elise turned to look at Rhonda while she tried to shush her daughter.

	"I need to ask Abby's mother first," she cautioned the girl before she turned toward Elise with a sheepish expression.

	"I'm sorry, I overheard bits of your phone call," she started to before pausing to bit her lip. "Um, we'd be happy to have Abby over for the weekend. We have extra bedrooms and-"

	"She can sleep in my room!" Missy shouted from the open window in the car.

	"Or that," Rhonda continued. "I can collect them both after school on Friday and the girls would just love it."

	"That would be too much trouble," Elise mildly protested.

	"A second Missy would be too much trouble," Rhonda said in good humor. "But Abby - not at all."

	"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Missy chanted.

	Elise looked at Abby, who stared back with hope in her light blue eyes. The little girl's hands were clasped in front of her, the fingers working against each other. For Abby, that was a sign of high excitement.

	"Well..." Elise began, her tone indicating agreement.

	"YYYYYYEEESSSSSSSSS!" Missy hollered, sealing the deal.

	"We should change into our play clothes," Abby stated Friday afternoon as Missy led her across the spacious back yard of the house.

	Abby always changed out of her school clothes when she got home so she wouldn't accidentally ruin any of those pretty dresses and blouses. On occasion, her mother had to gently remind her to do so when Abby was excited about playing or doing something very fun. But most of the time, she remembered on her own which made her mother proud. Abby loved pleasing her mother whom she loved so much.

	Abby remembered asking her mother once where her daddy was but her mother quietly said it was something she didn't want to talk about. Although her mother wasn't angry, Abby could tell that the question had made the woman sad and she never asked again.

	"Nah, it's okay to play like this," Missy replied. "Come on - let's see what's behind the bushes. There's a gravel road there and I've never gone too far down it. We can explore it!"

	Abby worriedly followed her friend, trying to be careful not to tear or make a big stain in her school uniform. She slowly weaved her way between two large bushes, hearing Missy exclaim "Cool!" as she was almost through.

	Emerging from the leaves, Abby saw Missy pointing to a van parked not far away. The engine was running and the side door was slid open. But it seemed to be abandoned.

	Turning to Abby with a mischievous grin, Missy motioned her to follow. Abby remained in place, unsure if it was nice to sneak up on the van like that. Undeterred, Missy bounded ahead.

	What happened next left Abby rooted in shock. As Missy approached the open door, a man's arm shot out and grabbed her. Missy yelped a short bark of panic before a second hand clapped over her mouth. Then the little girl was gone, pulled into the van.

	Abby was petrified as she gaped at the empty spot where Missy had been. She heard loud static in her ears - the roar of blood from the adrenaline burst. Yet she could not move although her legs were burning with the desire to flee.

	A figure stepped from the van - the man who had grabbed Missy judging by the sleeves of his light jacket. Abby knew she would be spotted but for some reason the man looked the other way - forward of the van - before loping off in that direction.

	Perhaps Missy must have somehow indicated that her friend was in the other direction. Her heart thudding in her chest, Abby knew she had to move. Missy needed her help from the bad man. She knew there were bad men who took little girls, although she wasn't quite sure why. It had something to do with doing bad things. Maybe they told them scary stories to make them cry.

	Gathering her meager reserve of courage, Abby approached the van. She tried to step softly but each light step of her black patent leather Mary Janes made the gravel crunch. To the frightened child, it sounded horribly loud; even against the rumble of the van's motor.

	Peering inside the van, Abby gasped when she saw Missy sitting with her hands and feet bound and a cloth gag over her mouth. Missy's dark eyes were huge as she saw her friend appear. Abby didn't know how to untie knots and was at a loss for action until she decided she'd have to carry Missy somehow. Missy was bigger than her but she was her best friend. No bad man was going to scare her best friend.

	Abby managed a small scowl at that thought. It was not an expression she often wore but she kept it in place as she crawled into the van. She was barely inside when arms encircled her.

	"Gotcha!" the man said.

	Abby tried to yell but only managed a pitiful squeak as she was pushed further into the interior. There was a second man and he had rope. Seeing it was meant for her, Abby began to struggle when the man holding her spoke.

	"If you don't behave, you're gonna get hurt."

	Abby went still. Hurt her? He might spank her! Although Abby's mother had never spanked her, Abby had heard of such things. She made sure she didn't move while her wrists and ankles were bound. Some frightened mewls escaped her throat and she looked at the men with teary, pleading eyes. But it made no difference as they gagged her to complete her helpless condition. After setting her on the floor of the van across from Missy, they closed the door and got in front.

	Gravel was spat out from under the tires before the van gained traction and sped off down the road, leaving no trace of the two little schoolgirls behind.

	Inside the van, Missy stared at Abby. Although she didn't like to see her friend crying, she couldn't help gazing at the bonds holding the first grader captive. Missy shifted her legs, rubbing her thighs as best as she could with her ankles tied together. The sight of Abby in that condition made her itchy inside her panties.

	Abby stared at the cameras facing her. Some were video and some were for still photos. There were three men in the room, two taking pictures while the third spoke to her after untying her and removing her gag.

	"If you behave," he said. "It will be much easier for you."

	Abby stood in her school uniform, eyeing the cameras in puzzlement.

	"Will you let me and Missy go if we're good?" she asked.

	"Of course," he replied in good humor.

	"Why are they taking pictures?" she asked, pointing to the others.

	"Because people like to see pictures and videos of pretty little girls like you. And some people, like me, love those school uniforms. It makes girls look extra cute."

	Abby liked her school clothes and had to agree with that last bit he had said. He didn't seem like he was going to tell her scary things so she felt a little better - or a little less scared, to be more accurate.

	"By the way, my name's Rafe," the man went on. "Just a couple of weeks ago, some friends and I took lots of pictures and made a few videos with two little girls just your age along with their big sisters. We all had so much fun."

	"Then you let them go?" Abby asked with a note of desperate hope.

	"We sure did!"

	Actually, they had reason to believe that law enforcement might be on their trail and had to bring their multiple sessions to an abrupt end as they split up and left that town. The two eleven year-olds had taken plenty of cocks while the pair of six year-olds had received some lesbian loving from the older ones before learning the basics of blowjobs. More than once, Rafe had fantasized about what the big sisters might be doing - perhaps popping their baby sisters' cherries with fingers or toys...

	But here he had a little sweetheart to focus his lascivious attention on. After Abby had been photographed and videoed at all angles, he stepped close to her while unzipping his fly. Abby stared in confusion at the fleshy object that sprang out.

	"Do you know what this is?" he asked, placing a gentle hand on her head as he caressed her silky tresses.

	"No."

	"It's called a cock and it's a little girl's best friend. There's all sorts of things they can do with a cock - and vice-versa. Do you know what kinds of things?"

	When Abby shook her head, he shuffled closer.

	"Don't worry. I'll show you. Now open your mouth like you're getting some candy."

	Abby opened wide. Then the hand on her head pulled her closer to the erection. The first grader couldn't say as thing as the man's tool plugged her soft red lips and slid inward.

	An hour later, Abby was led into another room, still fully dressed and now with the alien taste of three men and their semen residing in her mouth. Now that mouth dropped open as she saw Missy lying on her back on a bed. She was naked and so was the man holding her legs apart. His cock was sliding in and out of Missy's private place!

	Abby could scarcely recognize her friend's privates. The hairless mound was obscenely spread with the lips bulging as the hardness disappeared between them. There was a lot of it going into her friend and it looked shiny and wet like the puffy ring of flesh of Missy's sex. The eight year-old was panting, her flat chest rising and falling rapidly as she took the prick inside her. Abby couldn't understand where it was going.

	Abby also saw streaks of white liquid oozing from the third grader's snatch as it was marauded. She knew where that came from - some of the same had dribbled from her mouth during the first time she sucked. But when Rafe told her that good girls swallow, she gulped the rest down and never lost a drop when the other two men later came in her mouth.

	"Missy is doing something called fucking and she's very good at it," Rafe explained to the dazed tot. "And Brad, here, has already fucked her. Now he's hard again and I just know you can show him what you've learned."

	Abby delicately put her small fingers around the base of Brad's dick, her expression as prim as it was when she practiced receiving First Communion when she went to Sunday School. In another year, she'd receive the sacrament for real. But today, she opened her mouth and received the fleshy host of a man's member.

	When it slid over her tongue, she tasted something she didn't recognize. Noticing her expression, Rafe grinned.

	"You're tasting Missy's cunt - what she tastes like inside. She's quite a juicy girl, you know."

	Abby blinked before understanding what he meant. This is what Missy's private place tasted like. The man pressed into her face a little more and she concentrated on the task at hand. The little girl's lips compressed around the shaft and her wet tongue diligently massaged the cock filling her oral hole. A quick, precocious study in fellatio, she could take more length without gagging than she could the first time, earning her an approving nod from her proud teacher.

	Despite the scariness and naughtiness of her surroundings, Abby was glad that Rafe was pleased and she flexed her lips and worked her tongue even harder to bring the man off. When at last his salty cream spewed into her gullet, she took it all down, further warming her belly. Then she made sure to lick him perfectly clean. With her attention on the job, Abby did not notice how Missy was watching her, grinning lewdly while the third grader's twat grew more heated and saturated around the prick boring into it.

	When the first shot of semen from her latest partner entered her, Missy came again. Watching sweet, innocent little Abby sucking a dick coated with her own pussy drippings had brought her close to the edge as it was. She had been doing these things for most of her life; taking her first man-sized penis in her cunny when she was Abby's age (other toys and the pricks of younger teens and preteens had been in there since she was three). Her mother had been very pleased with Missy's choice of a new friend to break in this year. As it was, there was also a pair of twins now in the second grade who last year had been Missy's recruits.

	Once the man pulled away from her, Missy had an unimpeded view as Rafe congratulated Abby, rubbing her on the shoulder before sliding his hand over to the top button of her blouse.

	"Why do I have to be naked?" Abby asked when Rafe told her to do the rest after unfastening the first button.

	"Because we're going to do some nice things and you don't want to get your nice clothes all sticky do you?"

	Abby shook her head but then protested, "But then you'll see my private place."

	"Yes, that's a very important part of the movie. This is a very special type of movie called kiddy porn. Only good little girls who are very smart can star in them."

	Abby wasn't completely convinced but he did seem like a nice man (aside from grabbing her in the van). And she certainly didn't want to get her school clothes sticky - that much she was sure of. So she inadvertently did a tantalizing strip tease while she undid the next button. But now her dress was in the way. Unfastening the straps of the jumper, she eased it down her body, the blouse hanging low enough to cover her panties.

	But then it had to go and she nervously took more time as her fingers couldn't quite get the buttons undone as efficiently as they usually could. The shirt opened, displaying the tiny pink dots of her nipples and the slight curve of her soft belly. Removing the shirt, she handed it to the helpful man who had also taken her dress. Her dark blonde locks swept over the delicate lines of her small bare shoulders, creating a display of sensual innocence.

	Abby looked down at the white panties that protected her modesty and looked up again at Rafe in the hope that he changed his mind. When he tapped his foot to show impatience, she hooked her thumbs in the waist band and slowly pushed her undies down.

	Rafe hungrily eyed the waistband as it revealed the smooth skin of her pubis. Then came the swell of her vulva, the whiteness bulging before the dimpled top of her cleft came into view. The rest was lost as Abby bent over, pushing the garment to her ankles and stepping it of it. When she stood straight, he saw the first grader's cunny in all of its bald little glory, the fat little rolls of her labia pressed together as if to stubbornly protect her virtue.

	Abby stood completely nude except for her white socks and black shoes. She turned slowly as directed, displaying her plump little ass which would be quivering cutely as it was skewered at some later date in the near future. Tonight and tomorrow, however, Abby would have another portion of her anatomy broken in.

	Abby was lifted onto the bed and placed on her back. Using lengths of silk to minimize any curious marks on the skin, Rafe tied each of the girl's wrists to the leg on that side, winding the bonds just under the knees. It left Abby helpless and quite exposed with her bent legs spread and her unsullied young snatch open for all interested parties.

	Missy pounded on the bed next to her friend, who was nearly on the verge of tears from her bondage and lewdly displayed privates.

	"Guess what!" Missy told her. "I'm going to give you an orgasm."

	"Thank you," Abby replied politely before her brow furrowed. "What's an orgasm?"

	"This!"

	Missy planted her mouth in Abby's crotch, sealing her lips around the smooth mound before sucking on the six year-old's plump morsel of femininity. Abby's face colored from the oral contact and from the fact that Rafe and other men - and their cameras - could see what was being done to her. Missy's mouth was wet against her and it made her want to shiver deep inside that same place.

	With a loud smack, Missy released her, only to use her fingers to part her smaller friend's labia. Admiring the perfect little-girl shade of pink, Missy sighed before sweeping her tongue against the flesh. Abby wriggled in her bonds, but could not escape Missy's attentions. The third grader licked furiously at the tyke's bald twatlet, tasting the virgin flesh and the first issue of nectar Abby had ever produced.

	Rafe was nearly panting as he observed the grade school lezzie fest before him. Despite all of the times he had watched or orchestrated these acts, he never grew jaded. Missy nibbled and tongued her bound little sex mate with gusto, making Abby whine and twitch as she experienced arousal.

	With a warbling squeak, Abby came. She didn't understand what was happening, but all her fear and discomfort were momentarily drowned in the orgasmic waves that flooded her little body. The tense heat she had felt in her sex released wetly as if her very life force was draining out in liquid form. Through it all, she felt the pull of Missy's mouth as the third grader greedily sucked every bit of cunny juice from the six year-old.

	"I think she's ready," Missy announced as she smacked her lips to get every taste of Abby inside her.

	Rafe didn't need to call one of the other men - the only one who had abstained from fucking Missy and/or getting sucked by Abby. Cho was short and wiry with a penis that matched his stature - perfect for starting very young girls on their way to becoming full sex toys. The Korean's teeth shone brightly as he grinned at his prepared playmate.

	"Are you ready to perform for us?' he asked with just a hint of accent in his English.

	Abby didn't know what he meant but she tried what she knew well - proper manners, despite being naked, tied and, and nicely molested.

	"I'll be good," she promised.

	"You'll be good and tight," Rafe stated as Cho got into place - on his knees against Abby's spread legs.

	The child's glistening snatch was the perfect target as he pushed his head between her hairless lips. The smallness of her opening resisted him as best it could and Abby murmured uncomfortably as she felt herself expanding. But there was something else preventing him from going in as only part of his head had squeezed into her.

	Shifting his weight, Cho leaned over the girl and pushed. Abby was deflowered as her maidenhead gave way and she wailed at the sudden tearing. Cho kept putting his weight into her, letting the tautness of her virgin channel slide over his prick until he had completely taken her with half of his erection still outside.

	Rafe snickered as he looked. Six year-olds were cheap dates - it didn't take much dick to fill up their baby twats.

	Cho stroked Abby's face, wiping at her tears as she adjusted to the invading member inside of her. She bit her lower lip and grunted as she tried something out of instinct. Cho's eyebrows lifted as he felt her pushing against him with muscles she didn't know she had.

	"Ah, so you are finally fighting," he said with a grin.

	Abby didn't answer; she only kept pushing. Cho eased his tool from her, letting her believe she was forcing him out. But when she saw the blood leaking out of her, she stopped and groaned. Cho pushed back into her, making the blood stain the milky contours of her fleshy quim. A few small trickles leaked down below and more of it stained his member as he slowly worked it in and out of the child's sundered hole.

	Gathering strength, Abby tried to push him out again, only to find she couldn't control her violation as the man's cock had its way inside her tiny pussy with soupy, gurgling strokes.

	Cho needed one hand to hold Abby down while he fucked her. With his free hand, he manipulated her clit. The added stimulus seemed to flow like savage electricity through her stretched and ravished cuntlet as the man's hardness scraped against her slick interior. The little girl's body displayed its reactions in other ways as her breathing grew ragged and the nearly invisible nipples on her immature chest grew stiff.

	Abby bucked on the bed as a second climax seized her. With the huge presence inside her snatch, the orgasm roared through her. Cho kept fucking her, holding back his reaction until it passed so she would be fully aware. Once it did, he released. Thick wads of untapped semen flooded the first grader's prematurely opened cunt and Abby's eyes widened further with every jolt of liquid she felt.

	When Cho pulled out, the virgin mess oozed from Abby's little twat.

	"Now that's a cherry pie," Rafe observed before signaling the next man forward.

	Abby whimpered but did not cry as her next lover made his way inside her tiny honeypot. He was a little larger than Cho and the plan was to get her used to gradually bigger cocks one by one. And they did, with four more men copulating with the captive six year-old and inseminating her deeply until only Rafe remained.

	But someone else entered the room. Hearing the footsteps of stiletto heels, Abby turned and moaned in shame as Rhonda approached the bed. What would Missy's mommy think of her being naked and very messy in her private place?

	Rhonda smiled as she traced a finger over Abby's gooey mons. It was so bald and tiny and cream-filled - just the way she liked it.

	"You've been such a good girl," the woman purred as she sank her face between Abby's legs.

	Rhonda slowly extended her tongue, curling the tip as it barely touched the child's oozing slit. Abby jerked at the slight contact. Taking a few more light swipes at Abby's cunny, Rhonda gave into her hunger and took the entire twat mound in her mouth. Her teeth gripped the girl while her lips caressed the flesh around them. The pressure made Abby's puffy labia bulge in her mouth and she sent her tongue questing as far as it could go.

	She barely made it past the inner lips and marveled about elasticity of such young cunnies. Missy had been a wonder, too, as she managed to take bigger things inside her. And when it was all done, they'd get so nice and tight all over again.

	Rhonda attacked Abby's sex relentlessly, wishing she had a cock so she could completely feel every millimeter of that precious pussy. But if she couldn't reach in, Abby's juices pushed their way out, flowing lewdly as the girl climaxed once more.

	
"I don't think you need these, anymore," Rhonda cooed as she untied the silk from Abby's wrists and legs.

	Relieved, the girl rubbed the areas where she had been bound before Rafe picked her up. Thinking her violations were done, Abby wasn't worried as he sat in a chair. It was only when he lowered her round little cunny onto his glans that she understood. The man's prick slowly sank into the first grader's bald snatch, stretching her just a little more. Abby moaned while she was penetrated and it seemed he had gone a bit deeper.

	Rafe knew that arousal not only lubricated a vagina but allowed it to shift in biological response to the need for mating and shift to accommodate a penis. Of course, Abby couldn't take even close to all of him in, but still it was sexy to watch his prick disappearing into such a little girl. The six year-old's pussy, saturated with semen and its own lubrication, molded itself to the thrusting cock.

	Abby had become so sensitized that she came again while helplessly being bounced on the man's organ. Exhausted, she collapsed against his chest, her soft cheek pressed against the curly hair there while Rafe's hands rubbed her smooth back and his meat squished in her heated love chute. She remained slumped against him and would have dozed if not for the pounding member in her sex. When Rafe came, she twitched slightly but stayed against him as he pumped her tiny sex organs with his sperm.

	Abby found herself on the bed again, face-up as Missy returned. The eight year-old had stickiness all over her slim body as she had clearly been having a good time with Rafe's colleagues. Climbing on top of Abby in a sixty-nine position, Missy pressed her hairless, jism-filled twat against Abby's mouth. Having been orally taken twice, the younger girl understood and began to caress Missy's cunny with her lips and tongue.

	Missy sighed happily and ground her snatch against her friend's mouth before returning the favor and vacuuming Rafe's deposit from Abby's quim. Accepting a small vibrator from her mother, Missy lifted her head as she slid the toy into the younger child. The knobbed rubber surface teased Abby's sensitive tissues and then she bucked after Missy switched the thing on.

	Missy languidly fucked the first grader with the vibrator, using her tongue against Abby's clit. Abby worked her mouth harder as her induced lust mounted. The two little girls came together, their smooth and sweaty little bodies writhing against each other as their orgasms did their magic.

	Missy shifted around, wanting to play some more but face to face. But Abby had fallen asleep.

	"She's had a long night and it's already Saturday afternoon," Rhonda told her daughter. "She's earned a nap."

	"Can we play later?" Missy asked, the lecherous tone in her childish voice leaving no doubt as to the nature of the playtime.

	"Just a little bit with mouths," Rhonda said. "You know the rules - we need to let her recover."

	Missy moaned in complaint but was already salivating at the prospect of getting another taste or two tonight. And there would be other sleepovers and weekends. Maybe even one with Abby and the twins!

	On Wednesday afternoons, the school allowed for free time where students could go to different classrooms for artistic things. Abby was pleased to see Missy come in. Tonight, her mother was working late and she was going to stay at Missy's house. She wondered if they'd do more of that stuff - it made her feel good but she was still awfully shy about having her private parts touched in so many ways.

	On Sunday two weekends ago - the day after her first experiences, she had expressed concern about her mother knowing what had happened to her privates. She told Rhonda it might make her mommy sad. But Rhonda and Missy swore they'd never tell so Abby felt a little better about that.

	Missy took Abby by the hand, announcing that she wanted to take her to another room where some older girls were doing ballet. The teacher smiled and nodded. Students were encouraged to move about to different classrooms during this time to find what piqued their interest. Obviously, they were not allowed to go outside, so they were safe to pursue whatever their curiosity found.

	Abby was surprised when Missy suddenly pulled her in to the girls' bathroom and into a stall. Latching the door, she pressed against Abby and forced her against one of the walls. When Abby opened her mouth to ask a question, Missy sealed it with her lips and plugged it with her tongue.

	Missy tried to speak but it was of no use, only managing muffled grunts as Missy's tongue attacked her own. She could hear the bathroom door open and then a man's voice call out, "Janitor!"

	It was Hal, one of the janitors. He always did that so that any girl in a stall would know there was a man in the bathroom. That way, she could make sure she was decent before she exited.

	Abby thought that Hal's presence would make Missy stop. Instead, Missy pulled up on Abby's skirt until she could reach in and tug Abby's panties down. Abby tried to complain, warning about the man in close proximity, but Missy's fingers were insistent against her hairless mound - and very skilled.

	And Missy was quite noisy as she frenched her smaller lover. Abby was still worried that Hal would hear but gave up when her slit moistened. There would be no stopping Missy now and Abby let the other little girl molest her.

	Missy inserted one finger into Abby's swampy little hole, rubbing and flexing the digit as she fucked the first grader. She was able to squeeze a second finger in (goodness, Abby had tightened up in the last eleven days!) and had Abby moaning in her mouth as she brought her closer and closer...

	And then stopped. Breaking the kiss, Missy smiled at Abby's confused and anxious expression.

	"We'll finish that tonight," she giggled. "And start lots of other things."

	Abby looked sheepish about her lust. When Missy started to pull her panties up, she tried to stop.

	"No, I have to wipe," she insisted as she reached for the roll of toilet paper.

	But Missy yanked the panties up, tugging them close against Abby's crotch. They both watched as the wetness seeped into the cotton.

	"What if someone sees my panties?" Abby moaned in a whisper.

	"Then they'll know you're so sexy," Missy responded brightly before kissing her on the nose. Then she unlatched the stall door and walked out.

	Hal had noticed the two small pairs of shoes and lower legs in the stall since the bottom of the stalls stopped eight inches above the floor. They were facing each other which made Hal wonder what they were up to. He shook his head to clear the lewd fantasy as he turned to polish a mirror.

	Working at this school meant surrounding himself with temptation. The girlies from kindergarten through eighth grade were quite cute in their school dresses but at least the outfits were modest enough to keep him from leering. Occasionally, some former students came over from the high school to conduct programs and help in other ways and Hal enjoyed seeing how they were still growing even if the younger ones were his main attraction.

	Hal swore he could hear soft grunting and the sounds of wet contact like they were....kissing? He paused to look at those small shoes. He had caught some sixth and seventh graders making out on occasion but pretended he wasn't aware as they hurriedly broke their embraces. At night, he relived those moments, allowing them to progress in his fertile imagination. But these two were very young.

	Oh, was one of them now moaning a little? Hal couldn't be sure but his penis certainly thought that's what those noises were. Then everything stopped, followed by whispers. Straining to listen, Hal swore he heard one of them mention her panties. Holy shit!

	When he heard the stall door unlatch, Hal quickly spun back to the mirror, vigorously wiping the same spot he had done minutes ago. A dark haired girl came out with a smug grin on her face. Ah, that was Missy - a lively little imp to be sure. He remembered her smiling widely - seemingly knowingly - at him last year as she rode a swing on the playground and kicked her legs on every forward stroke to show him her undies.

	Hal figured he had made more of that incident than it really was - just some innocent fun, probably. But he had still enjoyed the view.

	But now Missy gave him that same smile as she deliberately licked one of her fingers. Keeping eye contact with him as she passed, she kept licking until she sucked it into her mouth. It wasn't until after she left that Hal noticed that his cleaning rag had fallen in the sink and that he was smudging the mirror with his empty fingers. Jesus H. Christ!

	Hearing another pair of footsteps, Hal saw the second girl leaving the stall. She was a sweet-looking thing, even younger than Missy. He had seen her around but didn't know her name yet. Her face was flushed and she seemed to be walking a little gingerly as if...she felt a little funny between her legs.

	Now it was Hal who gave the knowing grin.

	The little girl's blush deepened as she suddenly scurried past.



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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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