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Filename: erinswe1.txt
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story_codes: FF/g(3), cons

story_intro: When Joan becomes a foster mother to a little Erin, the fun begins on the way home. The preschooler gets an education on the interesting things her body can do. And later, two women teach Erin all about sharing as they take turns with her tiny pussy.

story_language: English




Erin's Wet Ride, part 1

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: Dr. Green is the same character first mentioned in "Messes". I have vague plans to eventually use him in a more prominent role, but nothing is in place yet. This story begins on the same day that "Messes" takes place although that story doesn't need to be read to understand this one.


	Joan couldn't help noticing how the corners of Dr. Green's mouth turned down in faint disapproval for every answer she had given him. Both she and the case worker had been surprised when he appeared as they were finishing the paperwork to put a three year-old girl in her foster care.

	Yes, Joan had done all of the training. Of course she had gone through the background check. 

	Were there any other children in the home? No. 

	Other adults living there? Yes, her partner, Marcia.

	The term "partner" earned Joan a brief jerk of Dr. Green's eyebrows and a twitch of his lips that was neither part of a frown nor a smile. 

	That's right, Doctor Jerk-Off, Joan thought heatedly beneath her calm exterior. I'm a lesbian and perfectly capable of caring for a child. Actually, I'm bi - what do you think of that? Not that you'll ever get in my pants.

	"It says you're an electrical engineer by occupation, correct?" Dr. Green continued, tapping the form with a gold pen.

	"Correct," Joan answered flatly.

	"Hmm," was his only response.

	Joan had little doubt what he thought of some dyke going into a predominantly male profession. 

	"You see," Dr. Green went on. "My concern here is for the well-being of the child. After all, she's only been in state custody for a week following her grandmother's death. While there's no other family left, I would much prefer that she remain here for observation and counseling before we let her go, er, place her in a suitable home."

	In other words, he didn't want her living with a couple of rug-munchers. Joan kept her voice under control as she replied.

	"I have done everything to the letter. I've had the home inspections, interviews - you name it. If there is something I am lacking, please show me in writing so that I may rectify it and save you from wasting time with an unqualified foster parent."

	Now Dr. Green looked downright pissed, but obviously had no recourse to do anything. He must have been trying to intimidate Joan and keep her from taking the girl.

	Having nervously witnessed the exchange, the case worker cleared her throat.

	"Here she comes now," she said, clearly relieved to end the icy confrontation between these two determined people.

	A worker led a small girl with sandy-colored hair that brushed just below her shoulders and large, solemn brown eyes. Clutched in one small arm was a light brown teddy bear while the worker carried a bag containing the rest of her meager possessions. She was clad in a skirt and a short-sleeved shirt with a V-neck that displayed her slender, delicate neck and some of the fair skin on her chest. In total, the waif looked extra vulnerable which made Joan's heart melt, as well as giving her another primal reaction.

	Sinking to one knee, Joan patted the girl on one shoulder, not wanting to overwhelm her with a hug just yet.

	"Hello Erin," she cooed. "My name is Joan and I'm going to take you home to live with me."

	The girl only stared, biting her lower lip. Joan pointed to the teddy bear.

	"I like your bear. His fur matches your hair very nicely."

	That earned Joan a slight smile from Erin before it faded.

	"Ariel's a girl," she informed the woman quite seriously.

	A teddy bear named after a cartoon mermaid...okay.

	"Maybe we should get a bow for Ariel to wear so everyone knows she's a girl," Joan suggested.

	Erin's face lit up in a smile, displaying her white baby teeth. She nodded happily; glad to find a grown-up who was with the program. From what Joan had learned, Erin's late grandmother hadn't been cruel or anything like that, but had been a bit negligent likely due to an onset of Alzheimer's that hadn't progressed far enough to be a severe problem before a stroke finished the woman off.

	Joan tucked the envelope with the foster care paperwork in a pocket of Erin's suitcase and took the girl with her other hand to leave. She saw Dr. Green glowering at her as they left and dismissed his attitude as a disapproval of her sexual preference. 

	She was mistaken.

	Dr. Green watched the sunlight splashing on Erin's little legs as she and Joan stepped out of the door. He knew the skin on her limbs would be so smooth and warm under his hands just like other parts he wanted to know, but this bitch had deprived him of enjoying Erin's treasures. 
Once, he had managed to sneak a peek at the girl in her panties, fixating on the bulge beneath the cotton that promised a fat little kiddy cunt for him to play with.

	In his position and with his connections within the state, he was unassailable. Although Erin's case had been processed too quickly for him to act, there were many girls he had prevented from getting placed, keeping them here at the center and subject to his long-term "assessments". And he often assessed them in the confines of his locked and soundproofed office. 

	He loved the littlest ones the best. Those who had been previously molested simply knew this was what men did to little girls and the ones who hadn't quickly learned what their role was. They couldn't tell on him because he was in charge of their therapy. And even if something slipped, their records would already note the extensive sexual abuse they had suffered and naturally they were confused about anything that the good doctor might have spoken with them about in their counseling sessions.

	The doctor had been looking forward to having his way with Erin. It would start off slowly at first, perhaps with an examination. And then she'd get her baby twat squeezed and rubbed - first through her panties and later with them off so he had unrestricted access to her bald mound. And he'd cum on that sweet little body - on her face and chest and ass before giving her a good creaming all over her crotch. 

	At three years of age, she'd be too small for him to get his prick in her snatch, but she'd learn how to suck him. And he'd reward her by twisting his finger in her tiny cunt, making her squirm and cry as he punched through her tiny cherry. It was no problem explaining a lack of hymen as many of the little sluts who came to him were no longer virgins. But he enjoyed giving them a full finger's length in their baby sex tubes and had taught a few to love it. When they were older, anywhere from five to seven, then they would get his cock in their tighter openings.

	While he certainly had a ready supply of tiny twats to break in, he still felt cheated out of getting Erin under his care. Turning to go back to his office, he tried to direct his thoughts to Christine, a curly-haired five year-old who had progressed to getting her cunny rubbed. The girl was one of his favorite new projects, but she and several other kindergartners were not at the center today, having been sent on some field trip that had mysteriously been approved by someone in the system. That had also been an unwelcome surprise as he thought he had control of their movements.

	He sighed again, picturing Erin in his lap while he dry humped his cock between her small thighs and hairless quim. Now that she was gone, she probably wouldn't get any action until she was a lot older. Such a waste.

	Like Joan, he was completely wrong in his assumption.

	As Joan helped Erin in to the back seat, she showed her the new car seat with thickly padded straps. Two straps ran vertically on either side, from over the shoulders and behind the waist. They joined together with a buckle in the front and then connected to another buckle from a crotch strap. Altogether, they provided securement from five different directions.  

	"I made some changes to this just for you," Joan gushed, although Erin didn't understand.

	A week prior to getting Erin, Joan had modified the straps, adding the extra padding ostensibly for comfort. But the real purpose was hidden in hollowed recesses where she had implanted three wireless vibrators. As she had done her work in secret - not even Marcia knew - she had humorous thoughts as to how one applied for an engineering position in a company that made sex toys. 

	Both Joan and Marcia had fantasized about having a little lover in their home and now Joan could hardly contain herself as she buckled the child in place. With a few small adjustments, the straps from over the shoulders now rested with the vibrators over where Erin's nipples should be. The crotch vibrator was fairly straightforward as it bunched Erin's skirt a little before Joan clicked it into place. Then she cinched the straps to make sure they were hugging the unsuspecting little girl in all the right places.

	Erin wriggled a little, finding the straps a little confining, but never complained. Settling behind the wheel, Joan powered the pad resting next to her and saw the video feed from a miniature "nanny cam" camera with a wide angle lens that was peering through a small hole in the seat cover in front of Erin. Joan had tried for a crotch shot and found herself on target, looking horizontally up Erin's skirt while she could also see the girl's face. She could see small peeks of white underpants around the crotch strap nestled between the little girl's lovely thighs. Erin was already playing with Ariel, lifting the bear so it could see out the window.

	It was ten minutes into the drive that Joan reached for the vibrator controls. One worked the pair in the shoulder straps and the other controlled down below. As it was a two hour drive, Joan had plenty of time and switched the upper vibrators on a low setting. She accelerated up the ramp to the freeway, knowing that mid-morning traffic would be light - the last thing she needed was a back seat distraction on a congested road.

	Erin looked puzzled and patted the straps where she felt a light stirring on her chest. But she didn't seem to mind and resumed her window viewing with Ariel. As Joan gradually increased the strength of the devices, Erin tugged at the straps. When she moved sideways, her eyebrows shot up. The friction of her movement had tweaked her nipples to hardness. The tot shifted in her seat, enjoying the pleasant vibrations on her chest. She had no idea that the woman with the nice smile sitting in the front was molesting her by remote control.

	Erin's bigger surprise came when Joan started the crotch vibrator at a medium setting. With the strap pressed tightly against Erin's mound, the little girl's defenseless pussy was immediately pummeled. The thin layer of fabric between her tender cunny and the vibrator offered no protection as Erin froze momentarily.

	When the shock passed, the little girl decided she liked the buzzing between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together and pressed forward, increasing the effect. Feeling hot and swollen on the inside down there, Erin started moving with more vigor. Rubbing and squeezing her quim against the vibrator satisfied the funny ache she had while also making it grow. 

	Flicking her eyes between the road and the pad, Joan gradually brought the third vibrator to maximum, hearing little grunts as the toddler writhed within the confines of her seat.
Ariel had tumbled to the seat unnoticed as Erin went into a full bump-and-grind, her tiny body squirming in a sexual frenzy the child could not understand. 

	Her babyish nipples were painfully stiff, agitating her as they rubbed the sex toys. She kept squeezing and releasing the crotch strap with her thighs, mashing her twat against it with her size 3T panties now sopping wet. The kid was a natural born pole dancer, Joan mused, forcing herself to remove her hand from her crotch or else she'd eventually lose control of the vehicle. 

	"Uh! Uh!" Erin gasped, needing more of those wonderful feelings in her steamy little pussy. 

	Two small points on her chest felt as if they were electrified. They were good, but the three year-old was desperately humping with her tiny hips to give her plump, toddler twat its lewd massage. Her skirt was flipped up, presenting her full thighs to the unseen camera. Then she went suddenly still.

	On the pad, Joan could see Erin sitting rigidly, her eyes huge and her little mouth open in a perfect "O" that would tantalize any pedo. The preschooler was having her first orgasm and Joan imagined how juicy her baby snatch must be. As Erin started to slump in her seat, Joan eased the vibrators to off. For nearly an hour, the little girl had been getting off in her safety seat-turned-sex apparatus and had just enjoyed the unexpected thrills of her climax.

	Curious, Erin poked at her panties, pulling the waistband out to examine what mysteries were hidden in them. But all she saw was the top of her puffy mons, the hairless skin shiny with her moisture. Carefully, she poked a finger at her cleft, finding a small bit of flesh there that was stiff beneath the hood of outer skin. The child toyed with her clitoris, delighting in the way it felt and made her feel.

	Then she removed her hand and picked up Ariel, hugging the bear close as she shared some new-found secrets with it in a soft whisper. In the front seat, Joan turned on the vibrators again. Setting her teddy bear aside, Erin started her sexy seat dance once more.

	By the time Joan pulled into the garage, Erin had cum once more and seemed to be getting close to a third climax when Joan turned the vibrators off. Eager to meet the new arrival, Marcia walked in, only to be puzzled when Joan took Erin's suitcase from the car and grinned at her.

	"Erin needs some assistance. I thought you should take care of it," she simply said as she walked into the house.

	Marcia opened the rear door and introduced herself to the little girl, who looked a little sweaty and anxious. Although a little shy, Erin lit up when Marcia said hello to Ariel. She launched into an imaginative description of all of the amazing things her teddy bear could do.

	"Come on, Sweetie, let's get you and Ariel inside," Marcia said as she unfastened the straps in the child seat. 

	When she released the crotch strap, she found it was wet and noticed that Erin's panties were soaked. It was no big deal but Marcia was a little annoyed at Joan for grinning and leaving her with the tyke who had peed herself.

	"It's okay," she told Erin. "It was just an accident and I..."

	The crotch strap had fallen forward, revealing the device inside the hollowed portion. Examining it more closely, Marcia took a few seconds more to understand what it was. Well, Joan was the kinky one. She turned back to Erin.

	"I guess you had an interesting time on the way here."

	Erin nodded and pointed to her chest, then her skirt.

	"I got bumps here and then my pee-pee was good and...it...it...I did this," Erin said, bumping her hips in an innocent yet suggestive gesture. "And my pee-pee got big in my tummy."

	Marcia was getting aroused while listening to a three year-old try to describe her first sexual experience. Apparently, Erin had just learned how to masturbate and then...?

	"Did you cum?" she asked the girl, realizing Erin wouldn't understand even as she spoke. "Did something extra special happen between your legs?"

	Erin looked down at her skirt and then back up at Marcia, nodding.

	"Yeah. My pee-pee got big in my tummy and then my pee-pee got big in my tummy again. And my pee-pee was getting big and it stopped."

	Marcia paused while trying to translate toddler-speak. So she had cum twice (lucky girl) and had been getting close to a third time when they got home. Now she knew what Joan had presented to her.

	"Why don't we go upstairs and I'll make you all better?" Marcia offered as she took the girl's hand.

	Erin was calm as Marcia removed her clothing in the bedroom. 

	"Mommy Joan said you're my mommy, too. You're Mommy Marcia," she stated.

	"That's right. Do you remember your mommy?"

	"No, I had a gramma. She forgot stuff and got mad a lot. What do mommies do?"

	"One thing that Mommy Joan and I will do is make our precious little girl feel good," Marcia assured her as she had the girl stripped down to her panties.

	Erin was not bothered at all when Marcia knelt and pulled them down and helped her step out of them. She was too young to have any inhibitions about her nakedness although Marcia's cunny heated as she got her first eyeful of the three year-old's hairless, dainty cuntlet. 

	"Wow, you sure did have fun here," Marcia said as she gently stroked the child's wet vulva with her finger.

	"Do you have other little girls?" Erin asked, unfazed by the grown-up finger exploring her tiny twat.

	"No, but there are a boy and a girl who are very special who often come to visit. They're looking forward to meeting you."

	"Will they be my mommies too?" 

	"Well, Brooke is the girl and she can be a mommy, I guess. But Jimmy will be a daddy."

	"Uh huh," Erin acknowledged, abruptly changing the conversation as she was now intrigued by her chest. 

	Erin's nipples had softened since the ride, but she tapped at one with her finger while trying to discover why they had reacted the way that they had. Marcia brought her mouth to the other nipple and began to suck. Joan liked to nibble but Marcia preferred a gentler touch. Erin's breath caught as her niplet responded, stiffening as the tip of Marcia's tongue played with it. 

	"Mommies do this," the child announced.

	Marcia wasn't sure if Erin had just made a discovery or had assigned her a new duty. But any job that entailed putting her mouth on Erin was just fine. As she switched to Erin's other nipple (taking it slow to taste the child's skin along the way), she pressed her palm flat against the  inside of one of Erin's thigh, wrapping her fingers around it while using her thumb to stroke along the slit. Erin wriggled and pushed her cunny against Marcia's digit. 

	After a few minutes, Marcia lifted the girl and placed her on the bed. After settling Ariel in the proper place per Erin's instructions, she leaned the girl up against the pillows so Erin could watch what Marcia had in store.

	Now she used multiple fingers to caress the preschooler's hairless pussy. Erin sighed happily and allowed her legs to be spread to Marcia could investigate her small treasure with ease. Carefully, she eased the labia apart, revealing an adorable shade of pink and the glistening membrane of Erin's hymen.

	Neither Marcia nor Joan had to deal with a hymen for several years - not since Brooke had lost hers to her twin brother, Jimmy, in this very bed. The kids were neighbors and Joan and Marcia had become willing babysitters to aid the busy parents since the twins were six years old. It wasn't long before the children were learning all sorts of things about their bodies.

	The day after they turned eight, Brooke and Jimmy had a special birthday party at Joan and Marcia's house. With the women's help, the youngsters got into position and Jimmy's hard little cock was guided to his sister's snatch. Less than a minute later, the boy had thrust inside, making Brooke yelp when her cherry was torn. But that was all there was of the trauma and the siblings were quickly locked in an incestuous coupling that would be repeated many times over for the next three years.

	Now they were eleven, with Jimmy only recently maturing enough to produce semen when he came. Brooke had started to sprout in the chest and although the women were looking forward to years more with the twins, they also yearned for a little girl of their own. That's where Joan's foster parenting plan had come in. 

	Although eager to delve inside Erin's cunny, Marcia took her time. With Erin watching, she smothered the smooth vulva with kisses before she used her tongue to lap slowly. She traced each of the labia with the tip of her tongue, tasting Erin's immature sex in the dried juices she found. Then she spread the bald lips again, sweeping the sensitive flesh there with deliberate movements. The toddler's nectar flowed once again and Marcia gratefully received every drop. 

	Erin stared as her quim was tongued, intrigued by what she saw and even more appreciative of what she felt. But then the woman's mouth opened wider and covered her mons. 

	Marcia sucked on the tender girl flesh, massaging it with her lips while she squeezed her tongue inside the girl. Tasting the delicate maidenhead, Marcia licked and probed, alternating between the child's entrance and her inflamed clitty. Sliding her hands under the girl, she cupped the little globes of Erin's rump to hold her while she performed her oral love. Erin moved her pelvis much as she had in her car seat, but the woman's gentle touch eased the force at which she moved and she relaxed and let the lips and tongue work their magic on her tiny sex.

	Joan walked in, watching as her lover ate the three year-old with slow, loving grace. She and Erin locked eyes as the girl looked feverishly at her, panting before she stiffened without a sound and then trembled. 

	Marcia drank the toddler's cunny flow and sucked her clean. Raising her head, she gazed at Erin's tiny twat, once again closed in a tight package as her labia pressed together. The swell of the child's mound was gleaming with saliva and Erin lay with her legs still spread, unmindful of her erotic display. 

	But Joan was very much aware of how Erin's charms were displayed and got on the bed.

	"My turn," she announced and plunged her mouth between the tot's legs.

	Very much turned on from Erin's ride home, Joan wasted no time in devouring the tender cuntlet. Erin squirmed at this fierce attack - never painful, but the woman's teeth and forceful tongue tantalized her in a different way than Marcia's mouth had done. Squeezing Erin's little ass, Joan pulled her against her hungry mouth, eating the child relentlessly until she quivered and sent a tiny load of pussy juice into her mother's mouth.

	The rest of the day was spent showing Erin her new home. The little girl took Ariel from room to room and happily played naked since neither woman had the desire to cover her up again so soon. They drank in the sight of her soft little body with the gentle curves of early childhood. 

	Much of Erin's playing was perfectly normal. But at different times with the randomness of a three year-old's schedule, she wanted Joan and Marcia to "be mommies". That meant more hands and fingers and mouths between her legs as she learned a new word - cumming. Marcia preferred the cute, slightly poetic "my pee-pee got big in my tummy" but didn't fret as the child suckled a bare breast while Joan was fingering her sweet little pussy.

	Erin certainly liked it better when her mommies had their clothes off, too. They taught her to do things to them so she could be a mommy someday too.

	It was nearly eleven at night as an exhausted Erin slept; her nude body nestled between those of her new adult lovers. The women were watching the video from the car as Erin did her car seat boogie. Marcia brushed a finger over the child's mouth.

	"I love those sweet lips," she said.

	"I love these ones, too" Joan replied as she toyed with Erin's tiny cleft. "But we have something we need to plan for."

	"What?"

	Joan splayed two fingers she had on Erin's smooth mons, pulling them apart to show the child's cherry.

	"I want to get all the way inside this baby honeypot," she announced as she pressed a fingertip against the thin membrane. 

	"And I'm sure you've already given this some thought."

	"Of course. Brooke is going to be gone this weekend on some Girl Scout thing so she'll have to wait to meet Erin. But Jimmy has just the tool we need to get the job done."



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