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story_codes: MMM+/g(8) Men/young girl, cons

story_intro: While reading her late grandmother's diaries, a little girl discovers that her ancestor was a child prostitute in a very popular brothel frequented by soldiers. Intrigued by the descriptions of the pleasures that happen between men and girls, the girl takes advantage of her Butterfly Girls unit's visit to a veterans' retirement home.


story_language: English




Butterfly Girls - Veteran's Home Visit, Story 2

Written by madvlad


	As Erin was slipping into her grandfather's room to discuss the problem of her virginity, a smaller girl passed by in the hall. Each girl was intent on her own issues and barely noticed the presence of the other one.

	Lynn's jet black hair hung in a very long and glossy ponytail down the back of her yellow uniform blouse. The color, along with the slight tilt of her almond eyes, was a legacy from her Japanese grandmother.

	Lynn had been very close to her "Baba" (taken from the more formal "obaasan" when Lynn was a toddler with limited pronunciation skills) and had been devastated when she recently passed away. Among the things left specifically for Lynn had been a lacquered wooden box with notebooks written in Japanese.

	Kay, Lynn's mother, had been born Japan but came with her mother to the United States when she was an infant. Kay's father had been a Marine stationed in Osaka where he met her grandmother and they married while Kay was in the womb. Determined to fit in with her new homeland, Kay had little to do with learning to speak, read, or write Japanese although she did maintain a few of the customs.

	Lynn, on the other hand, was intrigued with the exotic nature of her lineage and had spent many happy hours in Baba's garden and the small tea house contained within the flora. As she learned the names for things, she learned them twice - in English and Japanese. With an uncommon patience for one so young, she was holding a paint brush in her hand at four years of age as she messily but somewhat legibly executed her first basic Japanese calligraphy.

	"These must be your grandmother's diaries from when she still lived in Osaka," Kay mused as she and her daughter sifted through the books with parchment-like pages. "This should be fascinating and I'll admit that I envy you for learning your second language."

	"I'll tell you about the good stuff," Lynn promised.

	"Oh, especially if she writes about her first kiss with your grandfather. That must be romantic."

	Lynn stuck her tongue out at that, making a face that had Kay laughing. Surely, the little girl had no interest in reading about gross stuff like kissing boys (even if it was her grandfather who had passed away when she was just three).

	But there was kissing in the journals. But that was the least of it. When her long-orphaned grandmother was just ten, she had been sent, possibly sold, by and uncle to a place called Madame Lulu's Happy Girls Spa.

	One of the first lessons Baba had learned had been how to touch herself. Lynn gasped and re-read to make sure just where her grandmother had referred. Evidently, there were ways to do it that made things like "thunder" happen. Lynn hadn't been sure about that - thunder in her kitty?

	But her grandmother had been most detailed and the ever-inquisitive Lynn spent one rainy afternoon in her room with the first volume of her grandmother's journals and her panties off. A connection was formed that spanned decades and generations as the descendant of the young prostitute-in-training moved her fingers over the small, hairless bulge as the apex of her thighs.

	The eight year-old's cunny warmed to the touches; the heat coming from well inside along with the strange flow of liquid. With her breathing becoming heavier, Lynn stroked herself more firmly, finding and treating the sensitive rubbing at the top of her chubby slit with pinches and twists. She needed her other hand to use a finger to rub herself inside her mound, finding the same obstacle her grandmother had noted that kept her from going too deep.

	But that was no matter as the third grader moaned and rocked on her bed, her little fingers lustfully abusing her bald, inexperienced snatch until she discovered what the thunder was. Stunned and submissive to the explosion in her loins, Lynn let out a cry and fell back in bed. Her legs were spread lewdly as she still frantically fingered her virgin twat as the frissons shot through her.

	When it was done, she discovered just how much wetter she had become during the time of thunder. Later in that first journal, Lynn learned about making thunder and rain. At first, she thought that the rain meant the slow of liquid her excited cunny had produced. But it referred to something that a man would do.

	At night, with a flashlight under the covers and one hand tucked inside her pajama bottoms or under a nightgown, the little girl learned about the secrets of her grandmother's trade. Nearly every time, she made thunder. And although she had read the detailed descriptions of a man's rain, she wanted to know it firsthand. After all, wasn't that why Baba had left her these precious books?

	Lynn's initial internet search had produced quick results. Madame Lulu's Happy Girls had been quite famous in their own way and had been a popular attraction for not only civilians of all races, but to the military men based nearby or those who came in with the fleets. With the anonymity of the net, Lynn started contributing, calling herself "Little Blossom" in the forums. It was the name her grandmother had been given she when she went to work for Madame Lulu.

	Although the discussions involved under aged girls, she figured out that she had to pass for an adult. Claiming to be twenty years old, she truthfully informed them that her grandmother had been Happy Girl. With her knowledge of the formalities of the place and even the layout and decorations in various rooms, she was quickly welcomed as the men enjoyed their online chats with a "young lady" who was in the know.

	At this time, she had learned about her Butterfly Girls group's plans for ongoing visits to the Wingfield Veteran's home. Many of the men who had written in the online forums had been military. Could there be any of Madame Lulu's clients there? Feeling an intensely strong connection to her grandmother he wanted to experience both thunder and rain - to become what her beloved Baba had been.

	During the two weeks prior to the Butterfly Girls' first visit, Lynn became very active on several boards under alias. An extremely bright girl, she was able to create enough bogus information to pass as an adult in the membership requirements. More often than not, the activities she had done with her hand beneath her blanket were now occurring while she sat at her computer. She felt the excitement that her grandmother had written about when she learned how men wanted to have a young girl and do the things to her that she craved.

	On two different forums, she discovered men who remembered well the original Little Blossom from all of those years ago. The men were quite descriptive of their encounters with the girl, if a little cruder than Lynn's grandmother had been in her memoirs. But the coarseness of their words agitated the eight year-old's already emerging arousal.

	An image search easily showed her photos of erect penises and she imagined them pushing between her legs and making the storm she desired become complete. For all of her fantasies, she lacked the nerve to force something inside of her. By now, she understood that she had a hymen and it would have to be broken the first time. Naturally, a man should be doing that as men had bid for her grandmother's virginity.

	Lynn dreamed of holding an auction where men with hard penises bid frantically to be the first to put theirs into her. One of the forums had a role-playing area and she had several virtual deflorations with men (or at least those who claimed to be men) while she played the part of the little girl with perfectly natural skill. Her partners loved to hear her childish descriptions of her body (some of which she learned from her Baba's words written long ago) and its reactions as they plowed into her bald little untried snatch.

	In private messages, Lynn finally did discover a former Marine who went by the handle "Gunny39" and now resided at Wingfield. Although he had frequented Madame Lulu's, he had never known her grandmother. Still, he would be there when she visited and she simply asked him if she could pay him a visit.

	The man on the other end (and this one really was a man) was open to that and told her to ask for "Red Louie" if she ever made it to the residence. Everyone there knew him by that nickname and they'd direct her to him.

	The orange-red locks that had given Lou his nickname back during basic training at Parris Island had surrendered to gray and now white over the years. As of late, he had been reminiscing about the days when his regulation crewcut hair was its original color and he was relishing the young flesh at Madame Lulu's emporium.

	That girl - young lady, actually - on that forum had brought back many fond remembrances. Lou had liked his girls young with just a bit of tit on them. Those Japanese gals back in the day were late bloomers by Western standards and even the ones around fourteen and fifteen were often just developing. The younger ones, say eleven or twelve, might have tiny buds, which was enough for him. And they were still bald "below decks" as the Navy squids would say. In keeping with customer preferences, many of Madame Lulu's Happy Girls depilated their crotches to allow for smooth business transactions - literally - so even some of the younger teens gave him the entire package he wanted.

	Today, Wingate was besieged by Butterfly Girls. They were adorable little things for the most part but below his age of primary interest. Still, he could help noticing the legs beneath the purple skirts, especially when said skirts rode up or bounced with movement to show more of the smooth young limbs.

	There was one little blonde in the rec room who had been sitting cross-legged in a big chair, unknowingly giving him a view of her cute thighs all the way to her red and white striped panties. She had given Lou some ideas but he doubted the outcome if he asked a seven year-old if she had any tits before he took her to show off his one-piece gun collection.

	There were also a few older girls in slightly different uniforms - Wing Girls or something like that - for whom Lou wouldn't have minded giving a gunnery demonstration. One of them looked so perfectly proper like a good girl should be that Lou's favorite artillery piece began to elevate. Her blouse was kind of loose but he could see the outline of bra straps so she must have had something under there. But of course, he wouldn't; dare actually do something - especially when he learned that her grandfather, Ethan, was one of his friends.

	Deciding it wouldn't do to be walking around with his dick poking at his fly, Lou tactically retreated to his room. After quickly checking the forum to see if Little Blossom was online, he sighed and picked up a deck of cards and started a round of Solitaire

	When the knock sounded on his door, he called for the person to come in. Figuring it to be one of his friends looking to start a card game, he was surprised to see a Butterfly Girl entering instead. She was a petite little thing, fine-boned with eyes and hair that told him she carried some Asian blood in her.

	"Can I help you, Missy?" he asked genially.

	"Yes, please," she said properly. "I'm looking for Red Louie."

	"Well, you found him. Can you guess how I got that nickname?"

	The girl looked him over for some sort of clue and finally gave up.

	"Because it's your favorite color?" she guessed.

	"Nope, that's green. It's because of my hair."

	Now the kid looked so perplexed that Lou fought to keep from laughing aloud. Leaning toward her, he gave her a wink and whispered, "My hair's in disguise right now."

	That made the girl laugh and Lou reclined in his chair. He was curious as to why she came - maybe they were going to have a singalong or something and were rounding up residents who had wandered off.

	The kid took a deep breath like she was about to make some momentous announcement and then spoke.

	"You're also Gunny 39?"

	"Uhh...yyyeahhhh," he slowly replied.

	No one here knew him by his forum name and this kid sure as hell had no access to that place. The girl's eyes sparkled as she gave him a bright smile.

	"I'm Little Blossom."

	Had Lou not still retained his natural teeth, the dentures he would have had instead would have tumbled to the floor as he gaped at her.

	"Little Blossom?" he croaked.

	Lynn's smile faltered. He didn't seem particularly happy with this surprise.

	"Yes," she said uncertainly.

	"Blossom - hell! You're not much more than a bud."

	Now Lynn was positively crestfallen. On the verge of tears, she blurted out her entire story of reading her grandmother's diaries and learning how to pleasure herself and how she just wanted to be like Baba so much and do the exciting things she had done.

	At first, Lou listened in disbelief but his penis stirred again while hearing this little girl talk about how she played with herself while reading about her ten year-old ancestor and how that other girl had discovered everything about sex. By the time she was done, he was mentally measuring her for a helping of his mostly stiffened meat.

	"So you want me to take your cherry?" he asked boldly, wondering if the kid would wilt when confronted with the stark truth.

	Sniffling, Lynn looked at the man with her dark eyes watering and nodded. She looked so small and innocent that Lou knew he had to break another taboo. But yet...

	"I don't know," he said. "I'd have to lube you up and I don't have anything."

	"Oh no!" Lynn said quickly. "Baba knew how to do this. I will make thunder in my kitty and then I will be relaxed and wet for you. Sometimes, the men liked to watch her. Would you like to watch me?"

	"Yeah, I guess," Lou replied; his tone hiding the urgent desire he had to have the little girl naked and squirming around his cock.

	Lynn promptly disrobed until she was down to her panties. She paused for a moment - a man had never seen her naked since she was a baby. Picturing her grandmother in the room, watching, Lynn slid her underpants down and presented her nude form to the man.

	Lou did not mind that she was flat in the chest, admiring instead that light red nipples that had already stiffened in the girl's excitement. Fully exposed in the early afternoon sunlight that illuminated the room, the third grader's body was nicely compact but with a completely smooth and generously bulbous mound between her taut legs.

	As the girl got onto the bed, Lou had the presence of mind to go lock his door. At that exact moment, the door in his friend, Ethan's, room was also being locked as an eleven year-old was preparing to have her grandfather initiate her.

	When he turned his attention back to Lynn, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open as her fingers began their dance over the bald cleft of her twat. The eight year-old's breathing grew heavier as the fleshy lips of her vulva flexed around the busy digits working between them.

	"Mmmm..." Lynn murmured before her body suddenly jerked. "Ummm...yeah..."

	Although masturbating in front of a man she had just met, the little girl was mindful of only the feel of her fingers all over her tingling snatch. The flow began, making soupy noises in her slit as she fingered herself more urgently. Well practiced, she started to hunch her small hips in a way that was born of instinct, not learned in the pages of those old books. Her mouth opened a little more, revealing the edges of white upper teeth and a tongue flickering along them.

	A throaty groan then erupted from that tantalizing mouth; feminine ecstasy in the high-pitched tone of a child. Lynn's fingers clutched her cunny and she quivered with her climax. When it subsided, she felt her hand being moved. Something else took its place and she opened her eyes to find the man with his pants gone and the head of his penis touching her private place.

	"I'm going to give you want you want, little girl," Lou said.

	Lynn looked down at the head pressing into her little mound, making her labia swell and open for it. For the first time, she felt a pang of fear but remembered her grandmother and nodded. She let him fold her legs up and then held them open for him to give him full access to her virgin sacrifice. Gently, he put a hand over her mouth.

	"You might yell when it goes in. It always hurts for a girl's first time."

	Lynn had read the first-hand description of a young girl's defloration and steeled herself for sting. When the man pushed in, the tearing inside her cunt made her eyes bulge and her back arch. She let go of her legs, flailing her arms as her immature pussy was opened.

	"Easy, easy," Lou said to her until her struggles ceased.

	He removed his hand from her mouth and pushed her legs toward her torso again. Lynn took hold of them again and raised her head to look at her crotch. She felt bloated in that place and spoke in wonder.

	"Is it in?"

	"Just a little. I'm going to fill you up now and make you a happy girl like your grandma. You want that, right?"

	"Yes," Lynn said in a small voice, determined to make her grandmother proud.

	Lou slowly plowed his cock into the child's virgin twat while she held herself in the position to be defiled. A little hot blood leaked out of the hole but Lynn only murmured as the turgid member stretched her tiny pussy to make her a man's pleasure servant like two generations before. The friction against her straining sex tube made her sex drool and she felt his presence changing her as it seemed to continue endlessly into her belly.

	Reaching the child's cervix, Lou stopped. He had embedded a little more than half of his length into the hairless twatlet and she still held her legs for him, her flat chest rising and falling as her hard nipples stood up. As the old man copulated with her, Lynn's breathing became deeper. The movement inside of her tender hole was churning her loins, making her ache a little while giving her even more intoxicating pleasure.

	The eight year-old's tight, gooey pussy was a noisy thing as the hard prick plunged in and out of it. Lou's dick had her pinned to the bed when he thrust in and the girl was a willing prisoner as her feverish twat got the treatment she had dreamed about. She felt the thunder building up inside of her, threatening to explode when she suddenly felt the rain. Cumming with a volume he hadn't produced in years, Lou sent scalding wads of his jism into the newly minted little prostitute. She felt it filling her inside and released her legs, letting them fall limply on either side of the man pumping his seed into her unripe little sex organs.

	"Thank you," she whispered, feeling at one with the young girl that would become her grandmother.

	The kid as seemed like she was going to cum again and Lou played with her clit while his partially deflated dick remained planted inside her. He brought her off again, letting her cum with her cunny filled, before he finally pulled out.

	"Stay there," he said. "If you're going to continue the family business, you'll have to do it right."

	Lynn stayed on the bed as he pulled his pants up. Giving her a wink, Lou left the room.

	"Lou, what the hell?" Harry groused as he pointed to a Butterfly Girl with blonde curly hair. "Her name's Annabelle and she's only six and I damned near had her in my lap."

	"Yeah," Levi chimed in. "And her friend there, the one with the short dark hair who kind of looks like a boy? She was leaning against my knee and she had the firmest little ass."

	Harry was leading the two men back to his room. And made sure they were still out of earshot of anyone else before he spoke.

	"Well, you can go back and try to cop a feel on a six year-old or you can put your dicks in an eight year-old."

	"Bullshit," Harry scolded.

	"Oh yeah? Well she's on my bed, naked as a baby with a popped cherry and a cunt waiting for more."

	Harry and Levi were wondering what the punchline to the joke was as they followed Lou into his room. Then they stared at the nude Butterfly Girl with the bald, dripping snatch.

	"This is Lynn," Lou said by way of introduction. "She's the next generation of Madame Lulu's Happy Girls and she is open for business."

	While Harry, then Levi, had their way with the little girl, Lou found three more men whom he knew shared a similar taste in little pussy. While she was the youngest that most of them ever had, one of the men, Edgar, had pronged an eight year-old in the Philippines years ago when he was stationed at Clark Air Base. Lynn proved to be every bit as fun as he had remembered the other girl as he plumbed the third grader's luscious, clenching pussy.

	With Edgar reliving old times, Lou felt his erection regenerate. It had been a long time since he could recover so quickly but considering that he had never had sex with a Butterfly Girl, standards were much higher.

	With the men pounding her lithe little body, Lynn had been skewed at an angle on the bed. This left her head near the edge and Lou poked her mouth with his hard-on.

	"Do you suck, too?"

	Lynn never had, of course, but she had read of her grandmother's experienced and opened wide for him. Remembering Baba's notes on technique, she quickly mastered the basics as she sealed her lips around him and allowed Lou to face-fuck her. As her tongue explored the surface of his prick, she tasted her own sex. She had experimented with this in her own bedroom at home, licking her fingers, but experiencing her flavor as it coated a man's cock was heady stuff and enough for her to cum while Edgar's prick was pounding her cum-washed little cunt.

	When Edgar came, she swallowed just as her grandmother had instructed. Now Lou's seed warmed her tummy before another heated blast rolled in from her cock-plugged twat.

	"Don't forget to pay the lady," Lou announced, pulling a line from one of his favorite TV shows.

	For all of her planning, Lynn had never considered money. Her grandmother never wrote much about it except that the men paid Madame Lulu and the woman sometimes gave the girls a little pocket money if they had a good night. But now her sweat-shiny flat chest and lean belly was strewn with twenty dollar bills.

	"This is all mine?" she asked.

	"Sure it is," Lou told her. "And you don't even need to split it with the house. If you come back to see us again, we'll have more customers for you."

	Back in her uniform, Lynn fit in along with the other Butterfly Girls, at least for outward appearances. The crotch of her panties was sodden as more semen oozed from her snatch but she had ducked into a bathroom to line her undies with toilet paper to minimize the mess. Now she felt very padded like she was diapered. For some reason, she liked that sensation.

	If men liked little girls, would they like her in a diaper? She certainly wouldn't go to the bathroom in it - that was gross - but she wondered how it would feel with all of the nice thickness caressing her special places until a man opened it to play.

	In a letter to Lynn that had been in the box with the books, the woman in her later years had told her she would read of many odd but thrilling things that could be done. The volume that Lynn had just begun had discussed preparations for something else. Tonight, she would read about the culmination and of a ten year-old's first experience with anal sex. She wondered if some men would like to do that in her rear end - but only wondered for a moment.

	She was confident that she knew the answer.


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