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story_codes: F/g, semi cons, cons, anal

story_intro: The day after losing her cherry to her roommate, ten year-old Abby gets broken in anally by her dance instructor. They watch five year-old Whitney through a one-way mirror as Abby is fucked and the instructor makes some suggestions about the kindergartner that help make Abby cum.

story_language: English






Claridge Academy, part 24

Written by madvlad


Note: Any story in this series can be enjoyed as a stand-alone piece. See previous parts for the description and background of the characters and plotlines (particularly Parts 12, 22, and 23) Part 24 takes place on Friday, the day after Part 23.


	On Friday afternoon, Abby walked into the dance room and began to stretch very carefully. She was still slightly sore from the night before when she lost her virginity to a strap-on dildo wielded by her roommate. It seemed surreal to her. Part of her felt cheated in that she had no say in the matter (although she couldn't deny that she enjoyed once the pain had passed). But part of her felt relieved that it was over and done with. She had worried what would happen during her first time after Lucia's graphic account (repeated several times) of losing her cherry to her uncle over the summer.

	The fifth grader had finished her stretching when she saw five year-old Whitney practicing some basic moves by herself. The dance teacher, Monica, was working with some eight and nine year-olds. She went over to Whitney, whom she had befriended along with Whitney's roommate Samantha. But it was with Whitney that she had really connected.

	The little blonde girl was quite small for her age and had just turned five right before the school year began a few weeks ago. This made her very shy, but she had opened up to Abby, impressed that a "big girl" would be friends with her and idolized the ten year-old. Abby liked Whitney's gentle nature, much like her own, and that having the younger girl around reminded her of her own little sister, Lisette, who was just three.

	"Hi Whitney. Where's Samantha?"

	Whitney stared at the floor and answered, "She doesn't want to come to dance class anymore. She wants to play some other games with Maggie."

	"Oh," was all that Abby could say at first. "Well, that's okay. Not everyone stays with dancing. Do you still like it?"

	"Uh huh. And Samantha's not my roommate anymore."

	"Oh no, did you two have a fight?" 

	Abby thought it was odd for girls to switch roommates during the school year. It was usually because of disciplinary problems, but she had hard time believing that was the case with these two. Dottie, the girls' dorm mother seemed to be pretty easy going, too.

	"No, I still like her. But she's moving in with Maggie right now and Lauren is moving from Maggie's room to mine. We're all still friends but Miss Dottie is switching us because this way we'll be more com...compable."

	"You mean compatible?"

	"Yeah. Lauren is very nice. Maybe she won't want to always play the R...um, this game a lot. Samantha plays it rough."

	Abby wasn't quite sure but Whitney was talking about and assured her that everything would be alright. She gave the little girl's ponytail a playful swat and got a smile from her. The she heard Monica calling her as the tall black woman was walking to her office. After Abby arrived, Monica pointed to the full length window facing the dance room. 

	"Oh, wow," the ten year-old gasped.

	Over the weekend, the teacher had the wall torn out and replaced by the huge, multi-pane window that actually was a two way mirror. On the dance side, it only appeared as a mirror with an adjustable dance barre mounted by brackets between the panes. This was so the girls could practice and check for correct form while doing so. This also allowed the lusty teacher to closely inspect the youthful bodies in their form-fitting leotards. 

	"You looked a little stiff out there today, Abby. Are you feeling okay?"

	"Yes, just a little muscle strain from yesterday, I think."

	"Or maybe your pussy I a little sore from getting your cherry popped last night."

	Abby whirled around in surprise. "How did you know?" she gasped.

	"Your aunt and I don't share any secrets, girl. You know that."

	Abby sighed and nodded. Monica had sometimes joined Pauline and Abby for a threesome.

	"And look what I got," the teacher said, opening a desk drawer. "Remember this?"

	She pulled out the double-ended strap-on dildo that Lucia had used last night. 

	"I told Lucia I'd pass it on to your aunt, but first I think I'd like to try it. It's kind of junior sized. Each one of these dicks is five inches long. Were you able to take it all?"

	"Yes," Abby admitted. "But please, I'm still sore down there." 

	"Don't worry, I know a way to do this won't make your honey hole hurt one bit. Now get that leotard off before I chew it off. Mm, mmmm."

	Abby peeled her thin pink leotard off of her thin body, followed by the pale pink tights. Monica had donned the dildo with one half in her cunt and was greasing up the end she was going to use on Abby with some kind of lubricant. She directed Abby to bend over her desk and was approaching the girl when she stopped. 

	"We have company," the woman noted. 

	Abby looked up to see Whitney approaching the barre. It had been set at its lowest height but it was still a little too high to be at the proper level for the diminutive tot, but she was still able to use it.

	"Change of plans - come here," Monica ordered.

	Abby followed her to the window, where the teacher made the nude ten year-old bend forward with her palms pressed against the glass. Abby whimpered softly when she felt the dong bump against the tight entrance to her bald muff, but then it moved away as she felt Monica grip her slim hips. 

	The girl closed her eyes and waited for the greasy touch on her cunny again but her teacher must have been having some problems controlling the thing because she felt it hit again, this time higher on her ass cleft. But it didn't move away. Instead, Monica was pressing it in until it reached Abby's asshole.

	"No! Not there! I...Guh!"

	Monica slammed the head against the girl's sphincter, forcing it open.

	"Act like you're taking a shit. It won't hurt you that way," the teacher muttered.

	It took Abby a moment to muster the courage with the pressure against her rear entrance. Finally, she did as Monica had directed and yelped when the hard rubber sped through her loosening anus. It took Monica two more heaves to bury the thing completely inside the little girl's untried rectum. Abby gasped for breath as she was filled from behind. 

	Monica paused when she knew she had it all inside the child. She slid her hands down from the impaled girl's hips to caress and fondle Abby's tight, young buttocks. The skin that covered the compact little dancer's ass was especially smooth, much like it was on the ten year-old's sweet pussy. Monica felt no guilt because something like this had to be shared with others, especially when Abby didn't appreciate just how scrumptious she was. Monica gave one firm buttock a mild slap.

	"I guess it's time for you to turn in your virgin's membership card because you are now completely broken in."

	Through the window, Whitney kept practicing in her black leotard and white tights, unaware that just inches away, the girl she looked up had juts taken her first fuck in the ass. Whitney's angelic face was stoic in concentration as she looked at her reflection and tired to do her exercises just right. 

	In the office, Monica fucked Abby's darling ass at a leisurely pace as both watched the tiny five year-old blonde. Abby took some comfort in seeing how well the little girl was doing while Monica had some darker thoughts.

	"Damn, this ass of yours is a lot work, being so tight and all. Let's add a little fun to our labor."

	Monica pressed a button at the base of the dildo and the woman and the young girl both moaned softly as the sex toy began vibrating from one end to the other.

	"Much better," Monica sighed. "Now, let's consider this little piece of sweet meat before us. Whitney really likes you a lot, doesn't she?"

	"Yes."

	"And what do you do with her?"

	"I help her with her dance practice and we talk about how she missed her parents. I've told her about Lisette."

	"No, not that. I mean what do you DO with her? I mean look that cute little ass of hers, so round and tight-looking. It has a nice little bounce, but no wobble. Surely you've grabbed a handful or two of that."

	"No! I haven't touched her!"

	"Why not? I love her little mouth - those lips are so red and full. Do you notice when she's really concentrating how she licks her lower lip? I want to suck her tongue out by the roots. You should have had her mouth eating your pussy after her first class."

	"Monica, please," Abby whined.

	"See that bead of sweat running down her neck. Look, it's going to her collar...and there it goes. I'll bit a little of it is still trickling down between her flat little titties. What shade of pink are her nips?"

	"I don't know."

	"You haven't even checked those out? What are you waiting for? If you don't act, some competition is going to beat you to it. Uh, oh, don't look now."

	Another kindergartner, a girl with long red hair named Lizzie came over to Whitney and began talking to her. The glass was too thick to hear what they were saying, so Monica inserted her own dialog.

	"Lizzie: Oh, hi Whitney. I see your leotard is really tight today.

	Whitney: Thank you. I'm trying to advertise to other girls because Abby won't throw me to the floor and molest me. 

	Lizzie: She won't? How about if I tie you down and lick your cunt until you scream.

	Whitney: Only if I can chew your on nipples."

	In the dance room, Lizzie's eyes had grown wide with excitement as she was describing something. Monica continued her ad lib.

	"Lizzie: I hear that magnificent bitch of a dance teacher has a huge double dong we can play with.

	Whitney: Do you think we can fit it all in our, hot, sweet little pussies?

	Lizzie: I don't know. But we sure can try."

	Practically on cue, both little girls giggled. Then Lizzie scampered away as Whitney returned to her practice. After Monica's little dialog was done, Abby was disturbed to feel a little dampness in her quim. It had to be the way that vibrating thing was pushing in and out of her butt and pushing against her vagina. Abby's face flushed - she hoped it wasn't because of what Monica had said.

	"Now look at those legs of hers. I love how the muscles in her thighs bulge a little when she does her plis," Monica said, referring to the exercise where the dancer lowered herself by bending her legs with her heels together and toes pointing to the sides. "See how they make her tights stretch? It's a good thing she's still so little. Otherwise you'd have to tie her down to fuck her if she wanted to be somewhere else."

	Monica increased the speed as she churned the dildo in and out of Abby's pert, clenching rump. 

	"Now the crowning touch of course is that luscious little bulge between her legs. I'm glad she's wearing contrasting colors between her leotard and tights because it really puts her baby cunt on display. Do you think she's playing with herself, yet?"

	"No," Abby whispered. She felt her own pussy growing warm. No, not because of Whitney - that would be wrong!

	"She should be. You should really teach her. You know - a girl-to-girl thing. Better yet, a girl-on-girl thing. Haven't you even thought about it?

	"N...uh, no."

	"Huh? Oh, it sounds like you're getting wet and horny. Is your pussy wet?"

	"No."

	"Are you sure? If I put my hand there, what am I going to feel?"

	Abby's head slumped.

	"I'm wet."

	"Uh huh. I thought so. Oh! Look at her now. She got some leotard in her slit. Oh shit! That looks fun. Don't pull it out girl. Yeah, that's right. Let's all see that baby slit of yours. Damn, Abby, I could barely fit a dime in the slot. That's why I tell the little ones they don't have to wear anything under the leotards."

	Abby groaned as Monica started fucking her furiously. The ten year-old's petite ass was throbbing with the length of hardness that sent waves of vibrations into her tenderized cuntlet. And now she was tried to block out the visions that her teacher was creating.

	"She's so lily-white, Abby. I bet her pussy is just that white on the outside. Of course, you spread those little cunny lips and she'll be all pink and cute in the inside. I'd love to taste that. Can you imagine her little baby pussy all buttery and melting in your mouth while she's twisting and squirming under you?"

	Abby's pussy jolted to signal the start of her cum. Monica laughed as she felt her young dancer tremble in her hands. She pulled Abby upright while she was still in the throes of her orgasm and pressed the girl's pussy against the glass. Then Monica bent her legs and lowered Abby to her knees, leaving a trail of prepubescent pussy slime on the glass. Monica pulled the girl backward a couple of awkward steps with their bodies still connected by the thrumming dildo.

	"Look up, Abby."

	The girl looked up at the glass and saw Whitney still practicing. From this angle, the thin film of Abby's sex juice covered part of the innocent five year-old's face. Monica was watching this too as she leaned over Abby, grinding herself until she came on her half of the dildo.

	Ten minutes later, Abby was adjusting her leotard as she walked to the office door. Her ass still felt strange, like it was still open and greasy from Monica's reaming. The teacher assured her it would return to normal before she knew it. Abby paused at the doorway and looked back.

	"Monica, you won't do anything to Whitney, will you?"

	"No, she's yours for the taking - whether you know it or not."

	"No, I meant that...I just don't want you...you know."

	Monica wanted to laugh, but only nodded. She had been informed of what had been done to Whitney since she had been at the school by her network of connections.

	"But she's a sweet thing, Abby. I'm sure she'd like another girl's touch."

	Abby's face turned pink and she left the office. On the dance floor, Whitney called to Abby from a group that was being watched by one of the high school girls. The ten year-old looked at her and appeared to want to say something. But instead, she just smiled and waved goodbye.

	As she waved back, Whitney watched Abby leave. The older girl was walking kind of funny. It reminded the five year-old of how she had walked after those naughty boys had put their pee pees in her bottom and squirted inside of her. But that couldn't happen here because there were no boys, especially not in the teacher's office. The little girl shrugged and resumed her ballet steps as Monica returned to the room.

	


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