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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: feelingp.txt
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story_codes: M/gg(11), g/g, first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Shy and awkward in her tween years, Evie is stunned when a new neighbor takes and interest in her for a photography project. He is easy-going and leaves all of the decisions to her. Carefully, she agrees to assist him, unknowing that her newfound self-image improvement is part of a web of seduction.


story_language: English



Feeling Pretty

Written by madvlad


	As they always did, Jocelyn's grunts became longer the closer she came to cumming. They were low and breathy and could have come from someone older than her eleven years. As she held her position on her hands and knees, her adult lover, Mark, plowed her preteen twat from behind. The hairless folds of her sex were pushed apart by the hard rod of flesh driving in and out with squelching noises as her juices added to the mess on her vulva.

	He had already drilled her in the ass and had cum there. As it had flowed from her reddened asshole while she stayed in her doggy pose, his semen had coated her cunny. She loved being messy and sticky there - it showed how sexy she was. The jiggling of her titties also added to her self-perception. She was fat and she held no illusions otherwise. But it had given her a more mature body and otherwise she might not be getting another hard dose of loving from her man.

	Mark had always been her man. He was her first back when she was a lonely, awkward girl of nine. And he had been her only man except on the few occasions he had shared her with others men and women.  Even then, she was only on loan to them from her man.

	Her figure didn't bother her anymore. She walked with confidence in the school halls, laughing off the occasional snide comment from some other girls. Those kinds of girls were stuck-up, pretty-on-the-outside-only, who were still trying to fill their training bras and would run crying to their mamas if some manly cock got too close to their pretty little panties.

	Mark was equally satisfied with Jocelyn. He remembered the first time well when, after some coaxing, she let him into her nine year-old snatch. She had cried a little and bled a little, but her orgasm then (and it wasn't her first) was the strongest yet and cured her of any further inhibitions. The girl quickly learned the value of having a hard dick inside her when she came. Now she could cum when he was in either of her lower holes. And more than once she had cum while fingering herself as she greedily sucked on his meat.

	As he rammed into the girl now, he slid his hands up her sides, feeling her ample belly fat as he moved toward her front and captured her fat titlets. Jocelyn grunted harder as he squeezed and pulled them as if he was milking a cow. Although he would have several preteen girls each year, Jocelyn was a constant. Her plush young body responded beautifully to his caresses and she was not old enough yet for her blubber to sag much. And her extra mass made it easier for him to take her hard, just as he was doing now.

	No matter how many times she had been fucked, Jocelyn's sex holes never bored Mark. Her rear and her cunt were still snug and pleasurable for him and her mouth only got better as she passionately kept refining her techniques. 

	Jocelyn's grunts mutated to anxious moans and then a loud bark of release as she climaxed. Her entire body jiggled as she shook and Mark added a load in her twat to match the earlier one in her ass.

	"Ohh!" Jocelyn breathed as she rolled onto her back, well sated.

	Mark joined her, lying by her side as he idly rubbed a hand over her belly.

	"I won't be seeing much of you for a little while," he said casually.

	"Another girl?" Jocelyn asked, amused.

	"Hey, I've got bills to pay and customers who want to watch some action."

	"I know," Jocelyn chuckled with a knowledge that exceeded her years. "But no matter how many you have, you always come back."

	"Well, there's business and then there's pleasure," he replied, sliding a hand over one large thigh and onto her hairless quim.

	Jocelyn sucked in a breath as he inserted a finger.

	"But you still take videos and pictures of me for your websites," she pointed out.

	"What can I say? I like to mix business with pleasure."

	Evie blushed as the man who recently moved into Apartment 311 gave her a smile and a friendly hello as she came home from school. She wasn't sure what he did for a living, but he had been in the lobby almost every day now for a week when she returned in the afternoon. While she thought the attention was a little flattering - she couldn't deny enjoying the secret flutters in her belly every time he fixed his gaze on her - she wasn't sure how she merited it.

	Typical of many girls on the unnerving approach toward adolescence, the eleven year-old thought she was quite unremarkable. Her hair was a boring shade of brown, hanging a few inches below her shoulders and her blue eyes, shielded behind a pair of oval-lensed glasses, held none of the electricity that fashion models or actresses seemed to convey with ease. While many girls her age were experimenting with their looks - restyling their hair, exploring make-up, and wearing clothes that accentuated the burgeoning curves of their young bodies, Evie eschewed that, preferring to hide her thin body beneath bulky or oversized clothing.

	"By the way, I'm Mark," the man said, startling Evie from a small daydream. "And you're ...?"

	"Um...I'm Evelyn, uh, Evie," she stammered. No adult had ever asked her to use their first name.

	"Hiya, Evie," Mark replied amiably, seemingly ignoring the girl's shyness. "I've been watching you and was hoping you'd let me shoot you."

	"W-what?"

	Mark chuckled and help up a hand.

	"I'm sorry. By shooting, I mean with cameras, not a gun."

	"M-me? Why?"

	"It's for a multimedia project I'm working on - photos and video. The working title is "Undiscovered Country". That's a phrase from Shakespeare, later used in a Star Trek movie. The theme is about things emerging through change in nature. I've done a time study on gardens growing, forests changing through seasons, a caterpillar evolving into a butterfly, that sort of thing. But I'd also like to add a girl like you - someone on the verge of becoming a woman."

	Evie snorted and then blushed - the latter from both the idea of being studied through a lens and from the rude noise she had just made. 

	"I'm not a model," she said dismissively. "I'm just...plain."

	"Not so," Mark gently protested. "I think you're pretty - not drop-dead gorgeous like a model - but pretty in the regular sense where your personality adds to your features. I'm looking for a girl who is real, not some made-up pop star wannabe."

	Evie wanted to scurry away, but the man's frankness and vision intrigued her. She hadn't thought of herself as even being pretty for years since she had put away her little girl fantasies of becoming a princess. Still, she regarded Mark carefully, looking for any signs of teasing. She knew some girls called her "Scarecrow" behind her back because of the way she dressed and her lack of physical development and was afraid she was being set up for a practical joke. But Mark looked quite sincere.

	"Look," Mark went on. "Why don't you come by my apartment - I'm in 311 - and I'll show you some of the work I've begun. I think you'll get the idea of what I'm doing. And if you don't want to do it, I'll only be disappointed but not upset or anything. If nothing else, I'd hope I'd made a new friend."

	"Oh," was all that Evie could manage to say for a moment. Then, "I guess I could do that."

	On the way to his apartment, Mark kept up with a constant stream of enthusiastic ideas for his project to keep the girl distracted. Once inside, he showed Evie some of the work he claimed to have begun. Some of it was his but most of it was taken from other sources. 

	When it suddenly dawned on Evie that she had followed a near stranger into his apartment, she experienced a cold rush of panic that quickly dissipated as she realized that Mark had done nothing remotely suggestive of him being one of those weirdoes that do bad things to girls. And neither was he being condescending toward her. Just as she was getting comfortable with the idea of posing for him, another worry cropped up in her mind.

	"Um, what should I wear when we start tomorrow?" she asked, knowing she had nothing special or fancy in her drab wardrobe.

	But Mark was nonchalant as he shrugged and answered her.

	"Whatever you normally wear. After all, this is about you, not you pretending to be something you're not."

	From their discussion, Mark learned that he had at least a three-hour window every between when Evie came home from school and her single mother returned from work. During the first day, he kept things loose and easy, making Evie feel more comfortable inside his apartment and in front of his various cameras. Aside from his more lascivious pursuits, he also enjoyed photography and was pleased with one photo he took of her in particular just because of its artistic merit.

	He had shot her face in profile with a window in the background. Most of her head was in slight shadow but the soft daylight from the window created a bright outline around her and made her seem nearly ethereal. When he showed her, she was so much in awe that he decided that the second day would be right for him to begin his seduction of her.

	Evie was wearing unmatched sweat pants and a sweatshirt the next day. After forty-five minutes of shooting, he casually told her to remove her shirt while he fiddled with one of his cameras. The girl stood frozen.

	"Why?" she asked nervously.

	"Huh? Oh, well I want to show the girl beneath the clothes, too. You know, part of the undiscovered country theme."

	Mark made it sound as if he was simply asking her to turn her head slightly or some other minor thing. But Evie shook her head.

	"What's the big deal?" Mark asked with an easy grin. "You see ads with women in bras all the time, no one's going to freak out if they see you in one."

	Of course, Mark was eager to see young Evie in a bra. Perhaps it would be her first training bra with the smallest of sprouts trying to push into those silky little cups. There was no way of telling with the kind of clothes the kid wore, but he certainly did want to find out.

	"I...don't have a bra," she admitted meekly.

	Mark's manner belied the twitch in his pants upon receiving that bit of information.

	"Oh, well that works, too," he said in a reassuring voice as if to tell her it was all about the art and not her modesty. "The female breast is a beautiful thing - and it doesn't have to be some artificially blown-up thing some of the magazines would have us believe is desirable. I've done plenty of nudes quite tastefully and if that isn't enough, look at some of the paintings done by the really famous, classical painters like Rubens. So you have nothing to worry about."

	As Mark absently hummed while tweaking something or other with one of the cameras, Evie's mind raced with her dilemma. If she were to refuse or worse, flee from the apartment (which had been her first panic-induced idea), how could she bear to even see him in the lobby anymore? She didn't want one of the few people to treat her like an equal to think she was some stupid brat. 

	Then she thought of some of those paintings she had seen at the art museum she had visited with her mother on occasion and realized that those women must have posed for hours for a painter while she had the shorter duration of minutes here. Steeling her will as she had rarely ever done before, she reached for the bottom of the shirt and began to lift it.

	When Evie's sweatshirt was raised over her face, Mark gave her a good look. With her arms over her head, her torso was stretched and it appeared that she had no chest development at all. As she lowered her arms, though, her new breasts came back into form - the size and shape of small muffin tops.  Mark lowered his eyes and pretended to concentrate on the camera when Evie quickly crossed one arm across her chest to cover her young titties.

	When he looked up again, Mark gave the girl an easy smile.

	"That's just fine like that," he assured her.

	That soothed Evie's nerves as she was afraid he'd be disappointed with her attempt at modesty. In fact, Mark loved the sight of the girl covering the bare flesh as it gave a promise of what would be revealed eventually. He let the video cameras run and snapped more photos.

	"Okay," he said after a few minutes. "You're doing great. Now I'd like you to move your arm but you can use your hands to cover your breasts."

	Although still uptight, Evie was feeling less so as Mark was taking it easy. She did as she was told, exposing nearly all of her chest save for her hands which gingerly cupped her barely sprouted mounds. After more shooting, Mark went a little further.

	"Try squeezing them a little, fondling them," he suggested. "Have you ever done that?"

	"A little," Evie admitted with a blush.

	"It makes sense," Mark went on amiably. "You're discovering yourself and I want others to join in your discovery. That's what this is all about. Of course, you can do that because you're a girl. Me? Not so much."

	Mark put his hands on his chest and gave a couple of exaggerated squeezed before giving up with a shrug. Evie giggled at his silliness. She didn't feel too bad now as she carefully massaged her young titlets. In fact, she was feeling pretty good. When she had first shown signs of development, she had poked and prodded a little, leaving herself a little annoyed and flustered by her rather tender areas. But touching herself this way was so much better.

	Mark remained quiet, letting his cameras work while Evie played with her little boobs. The girl was now looking down at her chest, the tip of her tongue poking wetly between her slightly parted lips as she lost herself in her prepubescent exploration. She had a tantalizing mixture of childishness, geekiness, and female sensuality.

	Mark lost track of time before he suddenly realized he was running out of time for the day. In a low, easy voice, he gave her another instruction.

	"Now just slide your hands down very slowly, enjoy the feel of your skin. And let them rest at your sides."

	Evie didn't hesitate and did as he said. Her small buds were revealed again, this time with the nipples hardened from her caresses. Her skin felt so smooth beneath her hands and she wondered why she hadn't noticed it before. When her fingers reached the elastic waistband of her sweatpants, she momentarily thought about sliding the pants down.  She was stunned by her idea - where could have that come from? But she regained her control and moved her hands to her sides just as he wished.

	Evie's slim torso gleamed palely as it extended from sweatpants. The oversized clothing emphasized the slenderness and smoothness of her eleven year-old body, Overcome by her actions and the brief but outrageous mental flirtation of naughtiness with her pants, Evie took in a deep breath. This made her chest jut out as if offering her preteen breasts to the world.

	"Simply amazing," Mark breathed. "I couldn't have asked for anything more."

	Evie's dormant pride swelled at the same time she became acutely aware that she - the girl who was too embarrassed to ask her mother about getting a bra - had made herself half naked in front of a man. Her cheeks coloring, she asked if she could put her shirt back on.

	"Of course," Mark said. "We'll do more tomorrow if you're in the mood."

	"Oh yes!" Evie cried from inside the shirt she was putting on. 

	It dropped down over her head and Evie wondered if she had sounded too eager. What was wrong with her? But Mark merely nodded and smiled as if her reaction was quite normal. Feeling impish and scandalized and something else she couldn't quite pinpoint, she left his apartment. It wasn't until she had returned to her apartment when she realized what that something else had been. It was rather novel for her. She felt pretty.

	The following afternoon, it wasn't long before Evie was once again standing half naked in front of Mark and his array of recording gear. Next, she sat on a barstool and removed her shoes and socks. She looked more vulnerable, more undersized as her bare feet dangled from the floor. Her naked breasts were topped by nipples that had stiffened with no aid of physical stimulation this time; only the newly discovered sensuality of her newly developing body as she revealed it to Mark and it revealed new impulses to her.

	To Mark, she was fresh, virgin (in all aspects) territory and he proceeded along with his plan. She was only wearing her glasses and a pair of baggy cargo pants (beneath which, Mark assumed, she had some underwear - unlike her gloriously bra-free chest). With everything recording, he asked her a simple question that could move things in interesting directions regardless of how she answered it.

	"So what was your first romantic kiss like?"

	Evie seemed to shrink a little.

	"You mean, like with a boy?"

	"A boy or a girl - it doesn't matter."

	"A girl?"

	"Sure. I've known plenty of girls who had their first, or one of their first, romances with other girls. Some still continue it and others stick with boys only. Although I might get a little jealous, I can certainly see how two girls could certainly share in their experiences as they helped each other discover themselves."

	"Oh," Evie said uncertainly. "I guess. But I've never kissed a girl."

	"Okay. So what was your first kiss from a boy like?"

	"I...I've never done that, either."

	"I see. Then perhaps we should see what your first kiss is like."

	Evie's eyes widened as Mark approach. He took her by the arm and helped her slide from the stool. Taking her chin, he tilted her face up to his. Behind her glasses, Evie's eyes were huge as he touched his mouth to hers. She mumbled something and he took advantage of the movement of her lips to slip his tongue between them.

	Evie stiffened against him as he explored her mouth. Mark brought his hand to the preteen's smooth back, caressing her as he slid them up and down while slowly pulling her closer to him. When she felt the fabric of his t-shirt brush against her nipples, Evie brought her hands up to shield her tits from contact.

	Mark did nothing to stop her from this as he continued to stroke her back while seeking her tongue with his. The first few touches resulted in Evie darting her tongue away. But she eventually succumbed, no longer avoiding the prolonged contact as the man circled her smaller tongue with his with slow, gliding brushes.

	As the minutes passed, Mark could feel the rigidity ebbing from the eleven year-old's body. With deliberate slowness, he brought his hands to the front, over her flat belly and slid them up until his fingertips reached the hands clutching her breasts. He applied a firm pressure and Evie yielded, her breathing ragged in his mouth as his fingers slipped under her hands. Tenderly, he cupped the preteen's budding mounds, feeling the vibrations of Evie's moans as she was caressed both orally and manually.

	Taking his time, Mark continued frenching the girl as he kneaded her chest, relishing the warmth and firmness of her developing femaleness. Evie's hands were still covering his as he did this. When he felt the time was right, he turned his hands to take hers and pulled them down until they were over the front of her pants snap. 

	Wordlessly, Mark resumed his fondling of Evie's prepubescent breasts, wondering if the girl would understand what she was to do next. His right thumb could feel the pounding of her heart beneath the small, flat area between her diminutive titlets and he waited as he continued his enjoyment of the girl.

	Evie felt as if her face was on fire as she was very much aware of where Mark had placed her hands. Her boobies felt swollen and heavy beneath his wonderfully knowledgeable hands and her trepidation drowned in a longing for the next mystery to begin. Fumbling with her pants with sweaty fingers, she managed to unsnap them and partially unzip the fly. Then she faltered, unsure if she was ready to go on. But her pants slipped from her nervous fingers and her narrow hips provided little help in supporting her pants before they gracelessly fell to the floor.

	Mark pushed his hands down the girl's back, tracing the indentation down the middle. He didn't stop when he reached her panties. Rather, he curled his hands over her rump, finding her buttocks to be small and springy. As he seized her ass, Evie exhaled sharply into his mouth.

	With a good hold on her rear, he lifted Evie up, pressing her pantied crotch against the lump in his pants. When she felt something pushing against her there, Evie emitted a high-pitched whine of nervousness. Still groping her ass, Marked rubbed her up and down against his hardness, making the eleven year-old change the pitch of her noise as she experienced arousal.

	Mark knew he could have set her on the floor and taken her there. She would have resisted a little, but ultimately he'd have had her. But he wanted to take a little longer, have her craving it before he took his measure of her young sex. Stifling his more urgent demands, he set her down and released her before moving outside of camera range. Evie's eyes were feverish and a little unfocused behind her lenses. No longer aware of her exposure - or perhaps no longer caring, she absently brushed a hand over her crotch.

	Like the rest of her clothing, her panties were plain and unexciting and hung a little loose on her slight frame. This, of course, made her on-camera seduction all the more compelling for Mark.

	"So how was your first kiss?" he asked.

	Startled back to reality, Evie realized what she was doing with her hand and jerked it away, mumbling some kind of excuse.

	"There's no need to apologize," Mark assured her. "In fact, doing that helps you re-live your feelings. Go ahead."

	Evie moved her hand back to her crotch but stopped again.

	"I couldn't," she whispered.

	"Did it feel good when you were being rubbed?" Mark goaded.

	Evie stared at her bare toes with remarkable focus, offering a slight nod of admission.

	"Then go ahead and do it. Think about what we were doing and how it felt."

	Evie tentatively slid her hand toward her crotch and Mark interjected again, remembering to keep his hand away from his pants.

	"Put your hand inside your underpants, Evie. That will give you a little privacy since I won't see what it's doing and it will feel even better if you're touching your skin."

	Evie closed her eyes and did as he suggested. Her body gave a slight jolt when her fingers reached her vulva but she continued until she was rubbing herself. She knew that someday she would grow hair down there but today she was just as hairless as she had been her entire life. It did feel good and she was glad he couldn't see her fingers.

	Mark didn't need to see her fingers to know what they were doing. The drab white cotton of the girl's panties moved with the motion. Her other hand was on her belly, moving in circles as she fondled herself. While she masturbated, her chest rose and fell with deep breaths, pushing her preteen titlets out toward the camera with unintentional suggestion.

	With her eyes still shut, Evie's mouth hung open as she continued to pleasure herself. Although Evie wasn't using words to provide Mark any description, her body more than adequately conveyed her bubbling sexuality.

	Mark let this go on for some time before he knew their session couldn't go on much longer before Evie's mother returned. Silently, he walked behind her. He knew she could feel him close but he didn't want any noise to distract her. Taking the girl's panties by the waist band, he slid them down her legs, leaving her completely naked before his cameras.

	"Ohhh," Evie warbled softly as her nudity was exposed. She opened her eyes as Mark stepped out from behind her, standing in front but off to the side so as not to impede his cameras.

	Looking down at her crotch, Evie stopped her fingering but kept her hand there - both reluctant to let go of herself and reluctant to completely expose her private parts. Smiling benignly, Mark urged her forward.

	"You know what's next," he prodded gently. "Show me how you're becoming a woman."

	Evie's hand shook and she chewed her lower lip as she moved her hand away with halting motions. Her naked pussy was completely bald and a thin coat of dampness gleamed in the cleft between her soft labia.

	"You liked touching yourself there, didn't you?" he asked with an encouraging note in his voice.

	"Y-yes," she answered, embarrassed but also relieved to let the truth out.

	"Do you wonder what it would be like for someone else to touch you there?"

	Evie's eyelids had been hanging half closed and then flew open at the question. She moved her mouth to speak but could produce no sound.

	"I think you'd do well to have another girl show you what it's like - someone your own age," Mark told her before she could ever manage an answer. "I know a girl who could do that for you. Would you feel more comfortable doing that before we do anything else?"

	"I...I don't know," she managed to say.

	"I think that will be best," Mark said. "We'll continue tomorrow. But as much as I love looking at you like this, it's time to get dressed."

	Evie looked up at the clock, surprised at how much time had passed. She reached for her panties to pull them up, sucking in a deep breath to clear her head. She was a little relived at the break but found herself wishing that more time had remained.

	"Look at those little titties!" Jocelyn gushed that night as she stared a nude Evie at the television monitor. 

	Jocelyn own fat jugs were wobbling a little as Mark drove his prick between her generous buttocks, making the eleven year-old pant at the sodomizing friction in her guts. She was on her hands and knees and the video footage of the other girl was making her even hornier than usual. Already, Mark had cum in her cunny and the new juices generated by her ass fucking and the sight of Evie was making Jocelyn even messier between her legs.

	"She goes to your school," Mark panted as he plowed his cock into the grasp of the preteen's snug rectum. "Do you know her?"

	"A little. She gets teased by Audrey - she's that seventh grader I've told you about - and her bitchy friends just like I do. But she's always been nice to me as much as we've been around each other."

	"So do you want to have a go at her?"

	Jocelyn pushed her tongue over her upper lip as she saw Evie's fingers working busily under her panties. Mark gave her a particularly hard lunge in her ass that made her twat quiver.

	"And how," she croaked as her buggering continued.

	Mark had set everything up in a bedroom this time. Evie was unsettled by this at first until Mark showed her that that his bedroom was the larger one - this was just a spare room he had for guests. Also, he remained fully dressed as they kissed like yesterday while standing up. And she had to admit that the touch of his hands on her now bare bottom this time felt awfully nice.

	Now she was alone, sitting naked (except for her glasses, which Mark had wanted her to keep on) on the bed while she heard Mark and another girl outside the bedroom. Then footsteps made her look up and she was surprised to see Jocelyn, a girl she sort of knew from school, saunter in. Like Evie, Jocelyn was completely undressed.

	Unable to avoid staring at the tits Jocelyn's porcine figure had developed, Evie felt self-conscious about her own. But Jocelyn was enthusiastic as she plopped next to Evie and boldly took one of the skinny girl's buds in her hand.

	"These are so cute!" Jocelyn gushed and immediately put her mouth over Evie's.

	Evie was taken aback but did not try to pull away as Jocelyn hungrily licked in her mouth and pawed her little breasts. Mark was watching; his mouth dry as the girls made out in front of the cameras. Jocelyn's rolls of flesh pressed against Evie's slender figure as she aggressively controlled the action. 

	Mark admired Jocelyn's enthusiasm as she showed no restraint as she made Evie her submissive girlfriend. Had he tried to move that quickly with Evie, she'd have been hiding under the bed. Both girls' mouths were moving and he could see their tongues when their lips would momentarily part. Caught under and between Jocelyn's horny fingers, the nipple on Evie's nearer titty was hard and responding to the other girl's manipulations of the entire small mound.

	Jocelyn pushed Evie onto her back, following her and keeping her pinned to the bed beneath her heavier body. Jocelyn kept busy with Evie's mouth before finally sliding down to put her lips where her fingers had just been.

	With a small moan, Evie raised her head, staring as the other girl snacked on one of her budding breasts. Evie left the entire little titlet shining with her spit as she munched on the other. Evie's moans became sharper and it took a moment for Mark to notice Jocelyn fingering Evie's hairless snatch with purpose. With the girls so engrossed, Mark and his cameras may as well have not existed.

	Satisfied - for the moment - with Evie's other tit, Jocelyn smothered the girl's tummy with slobbery kisses until she move lower, dragging her tongue over Evie's smooth pubis.

	"No..." Evie protested weakly when she realized where Jocelyn's mouth was going.

	Undeterred, Jocelyn sucked on Evie's bald pussy, her tongue slobbering over the virgin flesh, digging into the slit and flicking at the clit. Evie murmured helplessly as the other girl dined on her increasingly gooey preteen twat. Jocelyn pushed her tongue deeper, squeezing into Evie's portal and finding the barrier that Mark would soon remove. Remembering that Mark was there, Jocelyn wagged her fat bottom at him and dug two fingers into her exposed cunt as she doubled her efforts at Evie's buttery little snatch.

	Throwing Evie's thin legs over her shoulders, Jocelyn orally attacked the other eleven year-old with lustful need. Evie was panting and whining as she was expertly eaten, twisting her hips as something built inside of her. The release came with an inaudible pop that made her twitch and whine louder. Jocelyn joined her with a small orgasm of her own.

	When her quivers subsided, Jocelyn rolled off of Evie. She turned to see how Mark was taking this and grinned when she saw him naked and hard as he approached the bed. Evie felt the mattress compress and Mark climbed over her. Her eyes locked on his rigid member and she tried to mewl a protest as he pushed her legs up and against her body and positioned himself.

	The touch of his dick head on her still steaming twat was like electricity. Part of Evie felt as she was floating outside of her head, watching as the man was about to consummate an act she only knew about in vague terms. Turning to Jocelyn for help, she saw the other girl leering at her.

	With a flick of his eyes, Mark directed Jocelyn to pin Evie's arms over her head. The eleven year-old's barely ripening body was now his and her inexperienced young twat was ready to be used like a woman's.

	Jocelyn stared gleefully as Evie's bald, shiny labia parted around Mark's prick. Then he plunged in, making Evie cry as her seal was broken. But Mark didn't stop pushing as his member was graced with the hot, succulent embrace of a preteen cunt. After a minute of crying, Evie quieted, shocked by the thorough penetration of hard meat inside her virgin tunnel. 

	Mark slid his hardened penis in and out in full, measured strokes, grinding his cock meat into the girl's tight, sultry sex tube. With the sting of defloration gone, Evie's earlier arousal returned in even greater force. The sensation of the hard cock moving inside of her body was dizzying and it took some time before she understood that the thick, gurgling noises were coming from her sex as Mark's cock moved in and out. Lazily drowning in the experience, Evie relaxed, her legs sliding back until they caught at Mark's waist.

	Jocelyn gave Evie a kiss on the mouth before sliding down the bed so she could watch the action from behind Mark. Evie's feet were bouncing limply above his thighs while Mark's cock was pounding the straining, hairless hole between Evie's legs. A spattering of diluted red stains on the sheet under Evie spoke of her taken virginity. 

	Jocelyn rolled off the bed and took one of Mark's video cameras from the tripod. She knew he wouldn't mind as she returned to the bed to get close-ups of his member wetly plundering the small bald snatch of his latest conquest. His rhythm was constant, even when Evie's warbling groan signaled another orgasm for her. Well-practiced at holding his load, Mark continued on for another fifteen minutes, making Evie cum again before he shot his sperm into her young baby maker.

	While still filming the close-up, Jocelyn's free hand had been working in her own twat and she came hard as Mark's semen spurted from between his shaft and Evie's glistening cunny lips once she had been completely filled. Later Mark would notice the shot jiggling a little, but it was still good footage, enhanced by background noises of Jocelyn's orgasm.

	When Mark moved off of the girl, Jocelyn was ready to pounce. She planted her knees on either side of Evie's head, trapping her between her chunky thighs before she lowered her drooling snatch onto Evie's face. Jocelyn's fat, bald lips sealed themselves over the other girl's mouth and Jocelyn rocked back and forth, grinding herself against Evie.

	Evie understood the intent and helpless to do anything else, slid her tongue between the hairless labia and started to move it in tentative strokes. Jocelyn sighed as Evie began her first lesbian experience as the giver of pleasure. Then she leaned forward and opened wide, burrowing her mouth between Evie's legs. 

	The first time she had eaten there, Evie was still a virgin. Now there was nothing to stop Jocelyn from plunging her tongue in as deeply as possible and she greedily pulled Mark's jism from the girl's saturated pussy. The flavor gradually changed from male to a mix and then to purely female as Evie freely lubricated. At the same time, an aroused Evie was more deeply and forcefully licking at her fellow preteen lover.

	Mark and his cameras watched the prepubescent sixty-nine. Jocelyn was dominant in size, position and force, but Evie kept up and both girls wriggled in climax. With his prick re-hardened, Mark decided to rejoin the action. Jocelyn saw him and winked, returning her oral attentions to Evie's hairless honeypot while she pressed with her pelvis to urge Evie to do the same.

	Mark went to the edge of the bed where Evie's head was. He could see her tongue lapping at Jocelyn's smooth twat. She certainly had the larger girl's cunny running and Mark couldn't resist such an inviting target. Jocelyn was certainly ready for him as he pushed his cock into her hot, oozing cunt hole, surprising Evie as his member slid over the tip of her tongue.

	Jocelyn grunted in arousal as she continued to eat Evie. Feeling the other girl had stopped, she wriggled her hips to get her going again. Despite all of the sex she had just taken and was still receiving, Evie was a little frightened about touching Mark with her tongue like that. Nevertheless, she gave in and resumed licking, tasting both Jocelyn's flesh and her juices as she caught them off of Mark's prick.

	Both girls came once more before Mark emptied his balls into Jocelyn's prepubescent twat. As the stuff oozed out, Evie wrenched her head to avoid getting the stuff on her tongue. Instead, it dripped onto her nose, cheeks and glasses. It left her looking slutty and geeky at the same time and both Mark and Jocelyn laughed a little at her reluctance to taste semen after they saw her.

	Not letting anything go to waste, Jocelyn licked Evie's face clean, gently teasing her that the white stuff was good for a growing body. Evie blushed like the virgin she was no longer, but didn't feel like she was being picked on. Since her mother would soon be home, she used a wash cloth to clean herself as well as possible and got a hug from each of her two partners before she left. From outside of her typical baggy clothes, there was no hint of the young girl's sexual experiences.

	"Evie," her teacher called out the next morning. "You have to go to the office and fill out some forms."

	Evie looked up from the essay she was writing, her face scrunched in confusion. The teacher pointed to the door. 

	"Don't worry," the woman said with a smile. "You're not in any trouble. One of the girls on student aide assignment came to the door to tell me. They wouldn't have sent a student if you had done something wrong."

	"I think you robbed a bank," muttered a red-haired boy who was the class clown, making other students around him, including Evie, laugh.

	Out in the hall, she found Jocelyn waiting for her.

	"Oh, I didn't know you got to be a student aide," Evie said. "I think it would be neat to try."

	Jocelyn rolled her eyes and shook her head before grinning and taking Evie by the hand. 

	"Come here," she said, dragging Evie into the girls' rest room.

	She led Evie to a stall and made her sit on the toilet. Ignoring Evie's questions, Jocelyn yanked her pants and panties down, exposing the fleshy rolls of her hairless twat. They looked sticky and when Jocelyn parted them, there was whitish fluid inside.  Then with both hands, she pulled Evie's face to her crotch.

	"Do me," she panted. "Do me 'til I cum. I didn't go to my bus stop this morning. I went where Mark could pick me up instead and drove me to school. Then he fucked me hard in his van while he watched the kids going inside. I saved as much as I could for you. So do me and drink his cum."

	Evie felt a little dizzy, but sank her tongue into Jocelyn's plush pussy and began to feed.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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