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story_codes: g/g, cons

story_intro: Kindergartners Lauren and Whitney feel very abandoned. But the new roommates soon learn that they have some...mutual interests.

story_language: English






Claridge Academy, part 27

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 18, 20 and 22) Part 27 takes place on Friday, the day after Parts 22-23, and on the same day as Parts 24-26.


Part 27:

	Whitney stood alone as the door to the hallway shut behind Samantha and Maggie, staring at the floor. Her lower lip was trembling and Dottie could see the little girl's eyes were very wet. She had just turned five before the school year started and was very small for her age, which made her look even more pitiful now. Kneeling beside Whitney, she patted the girl on the back.

	"I think Lauren could use some help putting her things away," Dottie quietly suggested.

	Without a word, Whitney trudged to her bedroom and closed the door.

	Lauren looked up, startled. Her bright green eyes were reddened and she quickly wiped her face and scrambled to her feet, hoping that Whitney hadn't seen her crying.

	"I...I'm putting stuff away," she stammered.

	"Do you need help?" Whitney asked.

	"NO! Uh, no. I can do it," said Lauren as she turned her face away. She was flushed and could feel her cheeks burning over her unintended outburst. 

	Whitney crawled up on her bed and sat silently while Lauren finished her unpacking. Looking at the night stand between the two beds, she saw a brown teddy bear with a bright red bow around its neck.

	"I like your teddy bear," Whitney said, softly.

	"Thanks. His name is Brownie."

	"That's a nice name for a teddy bear."

	The awkward silence resumed and neither girl knew what to do. Finally, Lauren turned around and pointed to a light blue, furry object on Whitney's bed.

	"Is that a bunny?"

	"Yes, his name is Flopsy."

	Lauren nodded and didn't know what else to say. Whitney moved over to the night stand and placed her bunny next to the bear.

	"Maybe Flopsy and Brownie can be friends," Whitney said hopefully.

	Lauren saw the opening and took it.

	"I bet they'll be really good best friends."

	"Yeah!"

	"Uh, I've got a little more to put away, could you help me?"

	"Sure."

	The girls made short work of Lauren's remaining clothing, even managing to put a few items away neatly folded. When they were done, Lauren's heart was pounding when she thought about what she was going to say.

	"Whitney?"

	"Yes?"

	"Some boys put their things in my mouth and bottom. Then some other boys did it again."

	This surprised Whitney as she though that she and Meagan were the only ones who had received this treatment. 

	"Did they squirt stuff out of their things?"

	"Yes. How did you know?"

	"Some boys squirted in my bottom. And lots of men did it in my mouth. Their things are bigger and they've got a lot more hair all over."

	"Uh huh. One man squirted in my mouth too. He had a lot of stuff."

	"Did that happen to Maggie?"

	"Yes, but she really liked it. She even let them put their things in her wee wee and then they squirted there, too. The boys and some big people liked to talk about wee wees."

	"Yeah, lots of grown-ups licked and touched my private part," Whitney confessed.

	"Is that what you call your wee wee?"

	"Uh huh. My mommy said it's more ding...dignified."

	"It's sounds more grown up. I think I'll call my wee wee a private part, too. Um, Whitney?"

	"Yes?"

	"I think there's something wrong with my we...my private part."

	Whitney looked at her new roommate very gravely and was about to say something when she heard a knock on the door. The door opened and Meagan poked her head in. 

	"Come on, it's time for dinner."

	Whitney turned to Lauren. 

	"I can't go to dinner in my dance clothes. It's against the rules. But we can talk about your private part if you want later."

	"Okay."

	After dinner, Meagan and Gretchen, who shared to room next to theirs, asked Lauren and Whitney if they wanted to play a game, but the girls declined and went back to their room and closed the door.

	"I hope they're okay," Megan said.

	"Yeah," Gretchen replied as she put away the Dora the Explorer board game she had just taken out. 

	The two girls stood in the common room for a minute, wondering what to do before Meagan turned to Gretchen.

	"Do you want to practice being hot little sluts?"

	"Yeah! I want to be ready when we see Miss Ilsa again," Gretchen answered, her eyes glittering. 

	They scampered back to their room, closing the door behind them.

	"What's wrong with you're private part?" Whitney asked Lauren.

	"It feels good when it gets rubbed. But I was scared to have someone put their thing in it. The first boys wouldn't and the next time everyone said I wouldn't like it. I lick Maggie's private part a lot but she won't lick mine. Maybe it's ugly or scary."

	"You lick Maggie's?"

	Lauren blushed heavily.

	"Uh huh. I thought it would be nice to do it soft, like petting a little kitty. But Maggie wanted it really hard. Sometimes my tongue hurt. There was a lady last time that also made me lick hard."

	"When I went away last time," Whitney replied. "There was a pretty lady named Sandra who didn't make me lick her hard. And she was nice and soft with me. I wasn't scared. Samantha likes to rub me hard, but I never had to lick her."

	"The lady who had me didn't lick me. No one will, so something must be wrong. Could you look at my private part and see what's wrong?"

	Whitney shrugged. She wasn't sure what something wrong would look like, but maybe Lauren would feel better. 

	"Okay."

	Lauren hiked up her skirt and pulled down her Strawberry Shortcake panties. Her vagina was slightly round and completely bald. Her outer lips pressed together tightly to form the innocent little slit. In short, it was a pedophile's vision of perfection, although neither little girl knew what the word 'pedophile' meant.

	"It looks okay to me," Whitney announced.

	"Alright," Lauren sighed. She did not sound completely convinced. As she started to pull her panties up, Whitney had an idea. Maybe this would help her friend.

	"Lauren, would you like me to lick your private part?"

	Lauren stopped with her panties just above her knees.

	"Could you?"

	"Uh huh. If your private part feels good when I do it, then there's nothing wrong."

	Lauren pulled her panties down and wrestled them off from around her shoes. She paused, and then removed the rest of her clothing, telling Whitney that this was how Maggie was when she played with the boys and the others. When she was done, she stood naked before the smaller girl. Maggie always made her kneel in front of her when Lauren licked her cunny.

	But Whitney pointed to the bed.

	"Miss Sandra and I were in bed when we made each feel nice. We should do that too."

	Lauren scrambled into bed. At Whitney's direction, she laid back on a pillow and spread her legs apart. Whitney laid belly-down with her head between Lauren's thighs and looked at the other girl with her dark blue eyes. Lauren swallowed hard and announced that she was ready.

	Whitney bowed her head and looked at Lauren's tight little snatch. Whitney realized that she had never actually licked another girl's vagina. She remembered how excited she was to feel another hairless pussy close to her size when Samantha first showed her how to do the Rubbing Game. For reasons she couldn't describe, She felt that excitement again, but even more acutely now that she was about to taste another girl her age.

	She licked Lauren's mound gently, keeping her tongue as wide and as flat as possible. The flesh tasted clean with a hint of saltiness. When Lauren shivered, Whitney looked up to make sure she was alright. Wordlessly, Lauren looked back and nodded. Whitney returned to her oral attentions.

	Remembering Sandra's lessons well, Whitney started with one side of Lauren's tasty cunny, kissing on outer lip and then sucking on the pliant flesh. Whitney's plump red lips massaged the hairless labia as she worked it over, eliciting a sigh from Lauren. After releasing what she had, Whitney worked the other side of the other five year-old's soft mons. 

	When she was done with that side, Whitney saw a few drops of juice oozing from the bottom of Lauren's slit. It certainly looked like her private part was working right. The little blonde licked her friend's liquid essence and felt a twinge between her own legs as she tasted Lauren's most intimate flavor. Whitney was surprised by her body's reaction, but only focused on what she liked and wanted at the moment. And she liked tasting Lauren and wanted to make her feel very, very good. She proceeded to lick deeper into Lauren's slit.

	Lauren was drowning in pleasure as Whitney made oral love to her. That lady really taught her new roommate some very nice things. The little girl's green eyes were half closed as Whitney's mouth did incredible things between her legs. Without thinking, Lauren started rubbing her belly as she practically purred with the warm sensations radiating from her crotch. When her fingers accidentally grazed a nipple, she felt new sparks shoot from that area. 

	With her body already sensitized, the frisson from her nipple made Lauren cry out. Whitney paid no heed and continued to lap at Lauren's slit. This new area of pleasure took the five year-old by surprise. Carefully, Lauren touched both nipples and groaned as they stiffened and stood erect from her flat chest.

	Meanwhile, everything down below seemed to be growing tighter and tighter like the coiled spring of a wind-up toy. Lauren's vagina produced more flow as Whitney's tongue swabbed at the pink inner cunny skin and the thin tissue of the Lauren's hymen. The blonde haired girl's nose bumped repeatedly against Lauren's clit, driving Lauren ever closer to climax. Feeling Lauren's pussy muscles contracting, Whitney clamped her lips over the clit and sucked as hard as she could while wiping it with her tongue. 

	That set Lauren off. She bucked her hips against the exquisite inner pressure she was feeling inside her young cuntlet. All the while, Whitney resolutely kept her mouth on Lauren's flaming clitty, prolonging the orgasm by another few waves. As Lauren's cum subsided, Whitney released the small button and gently cleaned Lauren's cunny with her lips and tongue. 

	"How was that?" Whitney asked, hoping that Lauren felt better about her private part.

	"It...it never felt so big before when that happened. You can do that good."

	Whitney gave her a relieved smile and rolled over to get off the bed.

	"Whitney? I can lick you now."

	The tiny blonde paused and looked back shyly.

	"That's okay, you don't have to."

	"No, I want to make you feel good. Please? I'll try to be nice like you were."

	Whitney hesitated before slipping out of her clothes. She climbed back on the bed and lay on her back, closing her eyes. Lauren could tell she was nervous and wondered if Whitney really didn't want to be licked by her. She looked at the cute little sex between Whitney's thighs and thought that Whitney might be scared because she was smaller than all the other kids - even her private part was a little smaller than Lauren's. 

	Vowing to herself to be very gentle, Lauren settled herself with her face above Whitney's crotch. She saw the dampness on Whitney's slit and sniffed - it wasn't pee. Grinning, she raised her head and looked at Whitney.

	"You're private part is wet. You liked licking me!"

	Whitney's eyes cracked open and her cheeks turned pink. Then both girls giggled. When that subsided, Lauren carefully lowered her head and began licking the smooth skin of Whitney's tiny pussy. Whitney whimpered and moved her head back and forth as she felt Lauren's small, wet mouth slide and caress its way all over her cuntlet.

	Lauren eased her tongue into the tight confines of Whitney's slit. Passing through the inner labia, she felt something else blocking her way. She had not found that in Maggie's twat when Maggie had demanded that she push her tongue inside real hard. Using her fingers, she tugged Whitney's outer labia part to get a better look. There was the same pink barrier that Lauren had seen inside her own pussy when she and Maggie looked in a mirror one night. 

	Having been well briefed by the cousin who had helped introduce the two girls to the wonders of sex, Maggie told Lauren that this was called a hymen. It only went away after a boy put his thing in a girl's private part. Maggie didn't have one, thanks to Jimmy, and said that not having it made her more grown up.

	That had upset Lauren. She wanted to grow up too, but getting one of those things inside her was scary for a five year-old! Now, looking at Whitney's virgin shield, Lauren felt very happy. Whitney's private part was just like hers. Happily, she dove back into Whitney's pussy and patted the maidenhead with her tongue.

	Whitney was enthralled with Lauren's mouth work. And the knowledge that another little girl like her was eating her muff made Whitney itch a little more deep inside. When Lauren's tongue found her clit, Whitney grabbed at the bed sheet and twisted it in her clenched fists. Her small tummy rose and fell in rapid succession as her panting quickened. It felt as though she was melting deep in her vagina.

	Lauren moved away from the clit so she could lap up Whitney's sweet nectar which was now flowing freely. As she drove her tongue as much into the small pussy as Whitney's cherry would allow, she created more heat along the inner walls of the child's sex. She reached down and felt her own pussy was a sopping mess. Pinching her clit, she licked and sucked on Whitney's pussy more intensely, moaning against and into the little blonde's tight muff.

	The two five year-olds writhed on the bed in sexual frenzy. Lauren came on her hand - not nearly as hard as Whitney had caused, but enough to give the tot some much needed release. When she was done, she slowed the pace of her mouth and flexed as much of her tongue as she could inside Whitney's wet channel as she pressed her nose against the hard bump at the top of the slit. 

	Whitney let out a loud breath and then was reduced to making tiny, high-pitched noises as she came. More juice poured into Lauren's eager mouth as the climax heaved its way through Whitney's overheated little body before petering out. Then both girls lay still.

	"I was hoping you two would get along this well."

	Lauren rolled over and Whitney lifted her head in surprise. Dottie stood near the doorway, smiling and quietly closing the door behind her. The woman knew she would be replaying the scene she had just witnessed in her head that night as she masturbated. 
Lauren faced her with her enchanting green eyes and a mouth dripping with Whitney's offering. And Whitney looked positively angelic even with her tiny bald pussy glistening in the light. Neither child knew what to say, but Dottie spared them that awkwardness by kneeling next to the bed and speaking gently.

	"When I was your age, I had a close friend who made me feel very special, too. I'm glad you two have each other."

	"So we can do it again, some time?" Lauren asked.

	"Yes, but now it's time for bed and I can't have you going down the hall to brush your teeth while you're naked - no matter how cute you two look."

	Both girls giggled at the thought before Dottie helped them into their pajamas. She gave each of them a pat on the bottom to send them on their way to the girls' bathroom on that floor. Dottie shook her head after they left. Meagan and Gretchen were already cleaned up, but she suspected that they were at it again in their room. Hot little sluts, indeed. 

	When Lauren and Whitney came back, they snuggled into their beds, taking their stuffed animals with them. After Dottie turned out the lights and left, Lauren spoke.

	"I'm glad we're in the same room now. Do you think the other girls make each other feel good, too? I think Maggie and Samantha will, but what about Gretchen and Meagan?"

	Whitney thought about that for a moment. Then she heard someone's voice through the wall in the room next door. She didn't know if it was Meagan or Gretchen, but she knew what that sound was about.

	"Yes, I think they do."

	The next night, all six girls were gathered in the common room with bowls of popcorn and juice boxes. It had been a few weeks since all six were together on a Saturday night. The five year-olds had discussed a very important issue, one that called for deep thought and careful response. After several other suggestions, they had settled on watching 'Cinderella'. 

	"Are you sure?" asked their very amused dorm mother. The girls had never strayed from choosing a Disney movie with a princess in it.

	"Yes, because we also want to see a fairy godmother," Meagan told her as the other girls nodded emphatically.

	"Cinderella, it is," Dottie said as she started the movie. "I'll be in my room if you need me."

	There was no response as the girls settled in. Just twenty-four hours earlier, all six had highly sexed-up, little cumming machines. Today and tonight, though, they were just like any other five year-olds. Maggie sat on one end of the couch with an arm around Samantha. Meagan and Gretchen filled the rest of the sofa, with Meagan giggling innocently as Gretchen whispered something in her ear. And Samantha and Whitney were cuddled together in the large armchair in the corner, their eyes wide as the Disney logo sparkled on the screen.

	Dottie fantasized how the smooth skin of their tight young bodies felt, caressed by their soft pajamas. She felt a familiar twitch in her pussy as she retreated to her room and hoped she could do more than just fantasize about her girls soon.

	


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