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story_codes: MMMM+/gggg, semi-cons, oral

story_intro: 9 yos Beth and Veronica and 5yos Meagan and Whitney are taken to a mysterious estate for the weekend. The first night finds them blowing a room full of guests and leaves them wondering what will happen next.

story_language: English





Claridge Academy, part 5

Written by madvlad


Note: See earlier parts for plot development and character introductions. This story begins the Monday after Part 4.

	Headmaster Marshall Eddings stood still and held Naomi Chandler's thighs far apart as the eleven year-old attacked her clit with one hand. Access to the rest of her pussy was blocked by his fully inserted cock. As the preteen came, the churning inside her twat pushed Eddings to the brink and he released his second load of semen into the little girl that evening.

	When he pulled out, the girl's tight pussy expelled some large gobs of cum onto the towel Eddings had placed beneath the girl. He told her to clean herself off and get dressed while he did the same for himself. The young girl obediently complied in her drug-induced state. As before, she would not remember anything after her dose wore off which, in Eddings opinion, was a shame. Naomi was quite adept at fingering herself. 

	After Naomi left with her dorm mother, Eddings wrote his narrative for the evening's events and placed it in the bottom drawer of the file cabinet that was used to pass along information with the mysterious group he only knew as The Five. When he placed the printout in the drawer, he noticed an envelope that he hadn't noticed when he pulled the liquid drug from the cabinet before Naomi arrived. It had slipped to the side inside the drawer and he was rather distracted with anticipation an hour earlier. 

	He plucked it out and saw his name on the front; it was a communiqu from The Five. Opening it, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw today's date in the top right corner. He had been concerned that he might have missed something too late. He read the letter.

	"Dear Headmaster Eddings,

	Thank you for your narrative tales concerning little Gretchen and young Miss Chandler. They were absolutely delightful; as were the girls, we're sure. And the "Before", "During" and "After" photos of their deflowering were a very creative touch. You have certainly made your mark in such a short time. 

	As we mentioned in our introductory letter, there may be times where we ask you to refrain from any sexual liaisons with certain students. There are four such girls we will require a "hands off" policy from you.

	Beth Miller, aged nine, fourth grade

	Veronica Isigawa, aged nine, fourth grade

	Meagan Andrews, aged five, kindergarten

	Whitney Bell, aged five, kindergarten


	As you are aware, Miss Miller's and Miss Andrews' older sisters are part of that troublesome quintet in the eleventh grade. These four girls we listed, along with the aforementioned "Bitch Brigade", will be away from school grounds this coming weekend for an exclusive orgy of sorts. 

	The younger girls are not willing participants and are only attending under the threat of physical harm if they do not cooperate. You may rest assured that we will see to it that they are not overly abused as they all seem to have delightful and kind personalities and do not deserve to endure anything too harsh.

	Sincerely,

	The Five"

	Eddings put the letter back in the drawer and pondered what might be in store for these little girls.

	"Party Time!" Tori yelled as the girls got into the two cars.

	"Woo hoo!" Marti chimed in as she sat in the back with Beth and Erica. "Hey you two don't look like you're ready to party."

	Veronica looked like she was going to be ill. Beth called out to her sister in the front seat.

	"What is going to happen to us?"

	"I can't say for sure," Tori answered truthfully. "But we've given them some suggestions. By the way, do you have enough money for cab fare?"

	"What?" Beth blurted.

	"Well, in case we don't feel like driving you back, you'll need to find a taxi because you two and the other two little shits won't be in any condition to walk."

	In the other car, Shawna sat next to Whitney in the back seat and gave the little girl's leg a playful squeeze.

	"If you can take care of one thing, you're going to be fine, Whitney," she said in a syrupy sweet voice.

	"Really?" the five year-old asked hopefully, grateful that one of the big girls was finally being nice to her. "And Meagan and Beth and Veronica, too?"

	Shawna shrugged.

	"I don't know. But there's just that one thing. Remember the size of Benny's cock?"

	"Uh huh," Whitney replied as she shuddered, remembering how just the tip made her mouth stretch wide open.

	"You're just going to have to figure how you're going to fit the whole thing in your little cunt without your whole body exploding."

	Whitney burst into tears and Meagan joined her. Sue, Shawna, and Luann roared with laughter. Sue could see Tori and Marti doing the same in the other car while Beth and Veronica looked like they were about to faint.

	At the Brimstone Club, Garrett directed all of the girls into an extended passenger van, which Benny was going to drive to the country estate. Sue asked Garrett if he and the others were coming along.

	"No. Benny's just dropping you off. None of us will be there this weekend. He'll pick you back up on Sunday afternoon."

	"Hiya, Sweetness," Benny grinned as he scooped Whitney up and placed her in the front passenger seat and buckled her in. 

	"Mr. Benny?" the child asked in a quavering voice.

	"Yeah?"

	"Are you going to put your pee pee in my privates and make me e'splode?"

	Benny frowned as Sue, Shawna, and Luann snickered in the back. 

	"I'm not going to be there, Blondie. But if you remember what you learned last week, you'll be fine."

	He turned to face Meagan, Beth, and Veronica, who were seated in the bench seat behind him. 

	"That goes for you three as well, okay?"

	Benny dropped the girls off at the main house of the estate. A tall woman with auburn hair greeted the five teens.

	"I've heard much about you," she said. "Please come with me and you can get ready for this weekend's festivities. Carmen, here, will take care of the little ones."

	Carmen was a short, wiry man with spiky red and blonde hair and an effeminate manner. Veronica couldn't be sure, but she thought he was wearing lip gloss. He clapped his hands together and had the four young girls follow him to a large room with four beds, two padded tables, and a big-screen television. A table with covered trays and three pitchers of different colored liquids sat against one wall.

	"This is where you'll be staying this weekend when you're not at the parties. Those will be tonight and tomorrow night. There will also be activities for the grown ups during the day on Saturday, but you needn't worry your pretty little heads about that."

	He looked at the frightened four who stared at him with large eyes. They were still wearing their school uniforms and he couldn't help but to shake his head.

	"Ugh! Simply dreadful, those things they make you wear. I mean, who picked out those colors?"

	Beth and Veronica turned to stare at each other. What was with this guy?

	"Anyway," he continued. "I've had some hors d'oeuvres from the party and some fruit juice put on the serving table over there. Help yourselves and I'll be back shortly with your evening wear."

	Carmen flitted out the door and left the girls alone. No one was hungry and they were still standing in the same spot when Carmen returned with four bright yellow paper gift bags, each with a girl's name on a pink tag.

	"Here we go," he said as he passed out the bags. "Now I worked with the measurements they gave me, so I'll need to check them for proper fit before you go to the party. Put all of the clothes you're wearing in the hamper in the corner. They'll be ready for you on Sunday. You can put any valuables in the nightstands by the beds." He glanced at his watch. "I need to call Richard, so you go ahead and get into your outfits while I speak to the man. I'll be back in a swish."

	"Do we even have to take off our panties?" Meagan asked.

	Carmen smiled and gave Meagan a gentle poke on the nose.

	"Of course you do, you silly little goose!"

	After he left, the girls stripped and pulled out their "evening wear". For each girl, it consisted of a red satin g-string and not top. Beth groaned inwardly as she put hers on. It was too small, she decided once it was in place. The shiny red material at the crotch barely covered her pussy slit and left most of the smooth flesh of her sex uncovered. I must have gotten Meagan's or Whitney's by mistake, she thought.

	She looked at Veronica, who was having the same issue with hers. The only difference was the light golden coloring of her skin versus the pale white of Beth's. Beth turned to Meagan and Whitney as they worked their g-strings into place. There was no mistake as their plump little mounds were just as exposed as hers and veronica's were.

	Carmen came into the room and had the girls line up side by side. Smiling widely, he walked down the front of the row and then behind them. 

	"Just scrumptious," he simpered. "Almost enough to make me change my orientation. Well, everyone is waiting."

	He led them down a hall to a closed set of double doors where they could hear music and loud noises emanating from behind them. 

	"Richard is the emcee. He'll greet you inside and tell you what to do. Make me proud, girls!"

	Carmen opened the door and Richard greeted them. He was a powerfully built man in a tuxedo with his hair slicked back. 

	"You're looking good - damn tasty in fact," he said with a wide grin. "Follow me to the stage. I'll have you stand in front on the floor while I make introductions. Then people will call you to them. When you're done, just walk around until someone else needs your services. I doubt you'll get bored."

	The girls were still quite confused and very self-conscious about their nearly-nude state as they followed Richard. The room was filled with finely-dressed people sitting at round, linen-covered dinner tables. Waiters and waitresses were gliding through the room with trays of food and drinks. The din in the room died down as Richard took the stage and a spotlight shone on him.

	"Welcome, everyone. We'll start with the stage show shortly - eleven acts tonight. For the men, we have in front of me the following: Nine year-old Beth, whose sister, Tori is in Playroom Number Two tonight and through tomorrow evening. Next, we have Beth's friend who's also nine, a sleek, stylish import from the Land of the Rising Sun - Veronica!"

	The crowd clapped and cheered for the two girls. Meagan and Whitney shuffled closer together and clasped each other's hand.

	"And coming to us in the first month of kindergarten, we have another mouth-watering pair. Say 'Hello' to Meagan. Her big sister, Sue is in Playroom Number Three and will take the main stage here with her four friends tomorrow after midnight. And lastly, we have Whitney. Don't let her size fool you, she's a full five years old and ready to take on all comers."

	Megan and Whitney drew more claps and cheers and a few call of 'aw, aren't they cute?' from the crowd before Richard continued.

	"These four will be our blowjob girls tonight. We're even letting them stay up past their bed times. Now these are well-behaved girls, so no rough stuff, no trying other holes, and so on. But as you can see, they are dressed to show off the goods, so please feel free to pet, squeeze and fondle. Oh, and Ilsa, no 'accidental' body piercings tonight, alright?"

	The crowd roared with laughter as a statuesque blonde stood, waved, and took a bow.

	"Act One will start shortly, so sit back and enjoy - everything," Richard concluded.

	The lights dimmed and Richard came down from the stage and gently pushed the girls toward the tables where flies were unzipped and fingers were beckoning. Beth found herself on her knees staring at a huge brown cock.

	"What's the matter?" the prick's proud owner asked. "Haven't you ever seen a black man's cock before?"

	Beth shook her head and everyone at the table chuckled. The man leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of Beth's head and pulled her in.

	"Well have a taste, too. It's sweeter than chocolate."

	Beth opened her mouth and took in her first cock of the night.

	Veronica's mouth moved quickly along the man's dick at another table. The feel of her tightly wrapped lips along his shaft and the wet pillow of her nine year-old tongue on his head were sensational.

	"I've always admired the Japanese work ethic," he opined to several associates who nodded their heads sagely.

	Megan and Whitney got off to a delayed start as they refused to let go of each other's hands. Richard gently but firmly pried them apart and handed Whitney over to a woman in a deep purple evening gown who carried her off to her table. Another woman took Meagan's hand and brought her to her table where several men waiting with hard pricks in their hands. 

	"I think it's obvious that you and that little blonde girl are in a relationship," she told Meagan as the girl's mouth was stuffed with cock. "Is it just a casual, oral thing or a more committed relationship - you know, with dildos?"

	Meagan had no idea what she was saying and tried to concentrate on rubbing the man meat with her mouth without choking.

	Whitney was sucking on a cock while rubbing the head with her tongue. To the table's crowd's amusement, she kept staring up at the man with her big blue eyes.

	"Watch out, Maureen," another woman said to the woman in the purple dress. "She can't take her eyes off of your husband."

	"He's just going to have to learn how to share," the woman retorted as she fondled one of Whitney's tiny ass cheeks.

	Several cocks later, Beth's pert young ass was also receiving some attention. He had been placed face down on a portable folding stand the wait staff used for larger trays. She was deep-throating one man while a second rubbed his prick between her firm cheeks. The thin strap of the thong was pressed into the crack as the man rubbed himself to climax. 
Bath could feel the warm gobs land on her back while the prick in her throat exploded in a hot gush of semen that sped straight to her stomach.

	Veronica was standing slightly bent over as she blew a standing man. She felt the touch of fingers fondling her pussy through the thin stain and wondered how much protection the small bit of fabric could provide. Soon, she found it was not much as the front of her g-string was pulled to the side as the fingers rubbed and probed her intimate spot. She was startled to feel the long fingernails - her molester was woman!

	"Mmmm, this reminds me of Thailand," a woman's voice crooned in her ear. "Do you ever play with your clit? I bet you didn't - at least not before tonight. Oh! You're getting wet. Is it me or the cock in your mouth?"

	Veronica's eyes teared up in frustration and embarrassment as she felt her body betray her. Aside from the occasional and accidental arousal, she had never felt anything in there before and she had some vague awareness that this part of her body would become more important to her in the future. But now it was feeling warm and wet as the woman stroked her with one hand and fondled her flat chest with another. Then a blast of cum in her mouth signaled that it would soon be time for her to move on again.

	Whitney wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth as she was called to another table near the stage. Suddenly, a black-furred Great Dane who was being led on stage spotted her and bounded off the stage. Whitney was delighted as she loved animals and was not put off by his size. 

	The huge dog sniffed Whitney as his handler scrambled after him. He smelled semen on the human pup which excited the animal that had been trained for sex. As he brought his nose lower, he could detect a light scent between the legs that meant the pup was a female. The dog licked Whitney on her face, chest and belly as the trainer finally pulled him away from the scantily-dressed little girl. 

	"I think Roscoe likes you!" someone at the table yelled. 

	The little girl grinned and turned to the man.

	"I think he wants to play!" she said as everyone at the table roared.

	"I know he does, but so do I," the man said as he took her hand and guided her to his rampant prick.

	Meagan was worried that the woman would think she had peed when she felt her private place getting moist as the woman rubbed her. Meagan didn't know why she was getting wet, but she knew it wasn't pee. Her private place did feel a little tingly, which was very unusual to the little girl. But the woman didn't say anything and she kept rubbing the little girl's twat until her husband came in the child's mouth.

	Meagan was walking to another table when another woman grabbed her arm. 

	"Did you just blow Karl?" she asked, pointing to the distinguished looking man who was casually placing his cock back in his pants. 

	Meagan nodded and the woman quickly scooped her up into her lap. 

	"God! It's been so long since I had him. Let me have a taste!"

	She held Meagan tight as she plunged her tongue into the surprised child's small mouth, desperately swabbing it for stray traces of Karl's cum. The woman also took the opportunity to rub one of Meagan's round buttocks and belly.

	Some time later, Beth's partner of the moment pulled his prick from her mouth just before he came. Instead of creaming down her throat, he aimed and plastered her chest with his jism. Then he picked her up and laid her face-up on the table where several women plunged down like a pack of ravenous wolves to lick the little girl's chest clean. 

	Beth felt her thong being pulled aside as another hand explored her virgin sex which had become quite damp from repeated manipulations through the night. By the time her chest was clean, Beth could feel several drop of liquid trickling from her tight little slit. She was helped off the table and was escorted to another, where several people commented on her tiny nipples which were now standing erect from the gleaming wet skin of her flat chest.

	After rapidly swallowing another huge load of semen, Veronica left the last man at the table she had just serviced, hoping the people were done with her. Then she noticed a woman with wavy brown hair motioning her over to her table. She thought she had seen Meagan working this table earlier, but it was getting late and she was tired and somewhat disoriented. 

	The woman hiked up her dress as the little girl approached to reveal an eight inch prick at full erection. Veronica's almond-shaped eyes widened at this unimaginable sight.

	"What's the matter, Sweetheart?" the 'woman' asked. "Don't tell me you've never seen one of these 'cause I know you've been gulping them down all night."

	The she-male's tablemates chortled and one of them called out "Way to go, Steve!" Veronica sighed, bent over, and opened her mouth.

	Meagan saw Whitney first and scooted over to her friend. The two five year-olds hugged each other and several nearby mouths watered at the sight of the nearly naked little bodies pressed together. Both girls' thongs had been pulled on so much that their little behinds were completely uncovered as the rear straps were buried well between the ripe young buttocks.

	"Are you okay?" Meagan asked.

	"Yes," replied Whitney. "Oh! I saw a big doggy earlier. He jumped up and licked my face and tummy. He was so silly!"

	"I think I saw him too," Meagan said. She shook her head as she tried to recount what she saw.

	"He was on the stage and was pushing his pee pee into a lady's private place."

	Whitney's jaw dropped in disbelief. She held that look for a moment until someone from a nearby table called to her.

	"While your mouth's open, I've got something to fill it for you."

	Whitney went to the table while a smiling rotund man took Meagan's hand and walked her back to his seat.

	It was after midnight when the four weary girls were ushered back in front of the stage. Steve was back at the microphone.

	"We still have a few acts to go, and then there's the 'after party', but let's give a round of applause to our young crew here for services rendered."

	The girls stared out into the audience as they were applauded and cheered. Their mouths and chests and bellies were stained with traces of hum and their tiny satin thongs were soaked from the involuntary lubrication of their virgin cunnies. All they wanted to do was go to sleep. Steve led them to the double doors where Carmen was waiting outside. 

	"You were all the belles of the ball," he gushed. "Come, let's get you ready for bed."

	"What's going to happen to us in bed?" Beth whispered to Veronica. "A lot of the grown-ups kept telling me they wanted me in bed and I'm scared."

	"So am I," Veronica whispered back. "Not that I like tonight, but it could have been a lot worse. I'm still afraid of what your sister and her friends are going to do to us."

	Carmen led them into a room with a small shower room. One of his assistants was there with the small yellow bags that had held their g-strings. Carmen turned to his little charges. 

	"I know a bath would be lovelier but you kids are just worn out. This will be quicker. Give Rodney here your little g-strings and he'll put them in right bags. Richard is going to auction them off after the last stage show."

	"Aren't you going to wash them first?" asked Veronica.

	"Oh no, this is just the way they them. Now hurry along in the shower - big girls help the smaller ones. I'll be back in a jiff."

	The girls stripped and handed their thongs to Rodney, who put them in the appropriate bags. After the evening's events, they didn't feel any more naked with them off. They went into the shower as Rodney left the room. By the time they were done and drying off, Carmen returned with four white fluffy robes. 

	The girls bundled themselves into their robes and followed back to their bedroom where the smell of warm chocolate greeted them. A plate of fresh brownies was on the serving table along with a pitcher of cold milk. Carmen barely gestured to the table before the four girls pounced on the brownies. As they ate, another of Carmen's assistants poured their milk. 

	After several brownies and a glass of milk each, they went into the bathroom where Carmen pointed and found toothbrushes and toothpaste waiting on the counter with two sinks. After everything that was in their mouths that night, each girl scrubbed their teeth well.

	"All the beds are the same," Carmen informed them. "Just pick the one by the night table you used for your belongings. I'll take your robes."

	"Where are our pajamas?" a sleepy, naked Whitney asked him as she handed him her robe. 

	"You'll sleep au natural," he said. As four small faces returned blank expressions to him, he explained, "You can just sleep in the nude."

	"What's going to happen to us next?" asked Beth.

	"Oh, where are my manners? Well, you just sleep well tonight - you've certainly earned it. Tomorrow you will just relax and I have a wonderful surprise for you. Then tomorrow night, you'll be getting as much pleasure as you gave tonight. Trust me, the hard part of your weekend is over."

	"These sheets are slippery," Meagan exclaimed as the slid between the satin covers and mattress.

	"Only the finest for such baby smooth skin, my dears," Carmen told them. Once they were all in bed, he turned out the lights and bade them sweet dreams.




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