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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: heather2.txt
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story_codes: M/g(3), F/g(5), bondage, defloration, F/g(3), incest, oral, cons

story_intro: Donna gets a glimpse of what could be in store for her little girl when she is given access to a video of another tot getting her cherry popped. Meanwhile, she has Heather's birthday to plan for - including a special after-party.


story_language: English



Heather's Fan Club: Turning 3

Written by madvlad


	"Give her an orgasm."

	Donna snorted a laugh as she read the post on the site. She had asked for suggestions as to what to get her daughter for her third birthday. Heather's photos and videos had been quite popular on the underground website so the number of responses was pleasing if not surprising.

	The imagination and perversion in many of the replies never ceased to impress her, though. A few members posted pics of their, well, members. And of course they wanted to give Donna's little girl their presents in person. The concept of so many adults wanting to do such illicit things to her daughter was a constant source of arousal. 

	But it was the post by Illustria, the avatar name of the site's administrator, which riveted her attention. She knew Illustria was a woman and was heavily into bondage with woman and girls of all ages. Noticing the indication that Illustria was online, Donna typed a response to her post.

	"Sounds fun, but she's too young for that."

	Illustria's reply popped up almost immediately.

	"Hell no! She's got all the equipment in place. The only thing she can't do in there is get knocked up. But I know a lot of guys here would be willing to try."

	"Really?"

	"Yeah. I mean, doesn't she get all wet before you put your finger in her? Or whatever toys you're using? She can get aroused and that means she can cum. By the way, what toys are you using? I want all of the juicy details."

	Donna sat speechless. She remembered playing with herself around age nine or so. It felt good, but she didn't start lubricating until she was older. Or was that just because she got better at masturbating? As for Heather...

	"I've never put anything in her down there - fingers or otherwise."

	"SHE'S A VIRGIN????!!!!"

	"Well, yes."

	"Oh shit! I've got to have her - break her in right. If her mama is squeamish, I'll take care of it. I'll have that little cutie squirming and sweating and begging me to pop her sweet baby cherry!"

	Donna was laughing and horny. Illustria meant it, too. One of these days, Heather's virginity would have to be addressed but she wanted to give it some thought. 

	"Working on the hymen thing - how and when," she typed. "But I'll definitely try to make her cum."

	"OK. I'll be there if you ever need me. Even if it's an emergency defloration in the middle of the night. I always emphasize the "lust" in "Illustria". For now, make sure you give that cherry girl a kiss in the right place for me. Oh, and I'll send you a link - private message."

	The revelation of Heather's virgin status was generating other responses as well and it was another hour before Donna checked her messages and clicked on the link. In the body of the message was a short note from Illustria.

	"This is Beverly from six months ago. She is five years old and one of my long time "associates" wanted her daughter to get some special treatment."

	Opening the link, Donna saw a video start. It was panning around the room of a little girl - that was evident by the amount princess paraphernalia. The four poster bed was swathed in frilly pink and stuffed animals were arranged on the pillows. In the middle of the bed lay a little girl with long brown hair that fanned out across the pink bedspread in thick waves.

	There the innocence ended. The girl's limbs were stretched taut, bound by cuffs and tethered to the four posts of the bed. She was nearly nude except for the skimpy, rubber-looking black bra with holes in the triangles on her chest that forced her little nipples to pop out. Topping the bulging pink nuggets were a pair of silver nipple clamps. 

	The girl was sweating and squirming (just as Illustria had stated she would do with Heather), any comments she might have made were muted by the ball gag in her mouth. Completing her predicament was the egg vibrator taped to her cunny. The smooth flesh below was soaked and the constant thrum of the toy was undoubtedly keeping the child deliciously agitated.

	Donna could only see the back of the woman's head when it appeared but she recognized it from photos she had seen of Illustria on other, more legal sites. The woman removed the vibrator, exposing the kindergartener's, dripping bald snatch. Then the woman's head covered the girl's crotch and the audio was filled with ravenous, slurping noises as she relentlessly ate the tot. As she was orally mauled, the girl- Beverly - moaned and jerked; unable to do anything else in response to this assault. 

	This went on for several minutes as the captive child remained subject to his lewd treatment. Beverly's brown eyes widened and her moans became more intense, keening as she shook more violently before going still. Donna doubted that could have been faked - the little girl had cum.

	When the woman's head moved out of the way, Donna could see the hairless cunt was all nice and shiny with a smattering of light tooth marks where it had been chewed. Beverly's eyes were tracking something off-screen and they followed as a vibrator came into the camera's frame. As the thing was turned on with a click and an audible hum, the child's chest moved up and down like a bellows in rapid fashion. She watched it as it was brought to bear against her puffy slit and made the fleshy labia open to accept the tip. 

	When the woman pushed in harder, Beverly groaned, her eyes showing her discomfort. Stopping the forward motion, the woman twisted the vibrator back and forth making the tot writhe as much as her bonds would allow.

	"Awwww," the woman cooed. "Is Bevvie's precious cherry bothering her? Is it getting stretched?"

	Beverly whined piteously.

	"Does little Bevvie want me to fix her cherry?"

	Still whining, Beverly managed a small nod.

	The woman slammed in the vibrator into the child with such abruptness that it made Donna jerk in her seat. The five year-old squealed into her gag as her membrane was ruptured, her sweaty little body stiffening as her virginity came to an end. Undeterred by the reaction, the woman kept pushing the sex toy inside, twisting it to help penetrate while adding more sliding contact to the tot's straining twat tunnel.

	Reaching the point where she could go no further, Illustria spun the buzzing dildo around in the little pussy. When she slid the vibrator out, it was coated with a thin layer of blood diluted by the ooze from Beverly's cunt. 

	"I love cherry juice," she murmured as she licked the device clean. "Especially from the first pressing. Of course, that's the only one you can get with virgins but let's not fret over the details."

	Illustria worked the vibrator back into Beverly's hairless snatch, still having a close fit since the child was a tight squeeze. With two fingers, she spread Beverly's outer labia, showing how the pink tissue was hugging at the sex toy impaling the tyke. Using the twisting motion, she skillfully fucked the deflowered five year-old. Beverly moaned and whimpered as her tiny private place was touched and massaged.

	And she was further aroused. Beverly's snuggly cuntlet was bubbling and drooling, becoming a messy little slut hole as the child reacted to her violation. With a muffled wail, she came again, her body bucking with her first orgasm while her pussy was stuffed. Donna joined her, growling as she climaxed. The video ended and left the young mother panting in her dampened seat.

	In the silence of her room, visions of Heather bound in leather, her plump twatlet - even tinier than Beverly's - ferociously filled with a throbbing, knobby dildo spun in her head. Her baby girl was cumming violently with blood from her torn hymen seeping from stretched cunt, staining the flawlessly smooth flesh there. Her twisting body made the little gold rings in her pierced nipples jiggle as the girl cried out...

	"Mommy?"

	Donna felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her. Fumbling to pull her shorts back into place, her spun the chair around and smiled at the little figure in front of her.

	Heather was standing there in a green Tinkerbell nightie, her blonde locks cascading over the shoulders and her blue eyes filled with curiosity and sleep. Even on the nearly-three year-old, the nighty was getting too small, showing all of the child's bare legs and a little of the purple flowered panties she was wearing. Inside those panties, Donna made herself understand as the lust faded, her little girl was still a virgin. And there were no piercings beneath the cloth where Tinkerbell was smiling coquettishly. 

	Donna wondered for the first time if Walt Disney had ever jacked off to the image of the fairy from Peter Pan.

	"Mommy made funny sounds," Heather said. "Bowser woke up."

	Heather had dragged the enormous stuffed dog from her bed. It was the same one the tyke had innocently played with while completely naked while her mommy took pictures that made people happy.

	"I'm sorry, Sweety. Mommy was just having fun. Let's get you back to bed."

	But Heather wasn't quite ready as she observed her mother's peculiar appearance and the stilled image of the naked, vibrator-filled Beverly on the computer monitor. No, she wasn't about to return to bed just yet.

	"Mommy, Bowser wants a cookie," she said sleepily.

	"Okay, but how about a few pictures of you in your pretty nightie, first?"

	"Happy pictures," Heather agreed. "And a cookie."

	Schemes and scenarios raced through Donna's mind as she tried to sleep after returning Heather and Bowser to their bed. It was definitely time to get Heather more active, albeit not at the extreme pace that Illustria wanted.

	The next day, Heather was in her mother's lap, contentedly sucking her thumb while Donna browsed the site to show the girl how much people liked the "happy pictures" of her. There were several videos that fans had made of them masturbating while viewing images or videos of her. Clicking on one of them, Donna let Heather see a man beating off to a series of photos of her in pair of red panties.

	"What's that?" the girl asked as her tiny finger pointed to the man's erection. 

	"That's called a penis," Donna said. "That's what guys have instead of what we have between our legs."

	Heather was only wearing panties - white with pink polka dots and trim - and she promptly pulled the waistband out to observe her miniature genitalia and compare what she had to the man's equipment.

	"That's his pee-pee," she announced.

	"That's right, Sweety."

	Heather stuck her finger against her tiny mound.

	"Mommy, that's my pee-pee."

	"Right again."

	Heather watched the video until the man blew his wad, splattering it all over her photo on the man's monitor. 

	"Mommy! Look! Messy man."

	"Uh huh. That's called cumming. That's what guys do when they really like something. And they love your pictures and videos."

	Heather digested that as she looked at the now stilled video. It ended with her panty-clad image on the computer screen while gobbets of semen dotted it.

	"Mommy?"

	"Yes."

	"Happy pictures make pee-pees happy."

	"You're right - that's what they do. Since you're becoming a big girl, would you like to make one happy in person?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Good. I know just where to start."

	Liz Crandall turned to her husband and handed him the phone. 

	"It's Donna. You're becoming quite a babysitter," she said with a smile. 

	"I work cheap," he replied, getting a small laugh from his wife.

	The Crandalls' kids and grandchildren all lived out of state and they were planning to move to Florida, near one of their sons' family after Liz retired. Ben had already retired and had become a part time sitter for Heather along with helping Donna with various maintenance tasks at her condo. Although happy to help, Heather had given him extra incentive to watch after her when they were alone. 

	Little did he know that Donna had been secretly recording their playtime. While most of it was perfectly innocent, there were times when it was clear that he was giving the tot a good pussy rub down. 

	After speaking to Donna, he turned to Liz.

	"Looks like Heather and I have a date for tomorrow afternoon."

	Liz smiled. Heather was an adorable child and had her husband firmly wrapped around her finger. It was nice to have a little girl around as she and Ben only had boys - two sons and five grandsons. She liked to tease Ben about how glad she was that Heather was keeping him out of mischief. 

	Obviously, she had no idea.

	"Heather's napping," Donna said. "I thought this would be a good time to get the stuff for her birthday party while she wasn't watching. Otherwise she'd want ten of everything."

	"I can't blame her," Ben replied. "Although I stopped getting excited about my birthdays about forty years ago."

	They shared a laugh and as Donna started to go, Ben stopped her.

	"Speaking of birthdays, Liz has one in a couple of weeks, you know. Could I use your computer to do some shopping? I have an idea of what I'm going to get her, but I want it to be a surprise."

	"Sure," Donna replied easily. "And have it sent to me, here, like you did last year. I figured you'd want to do it again so I kept my laptop booted up. Help yourself."

	At that, Donna left. She was giddy and nervous and was wondering what Ben would be like after she returned. There was risk, but she needed to move forward and was fairly sure it would go alright. She had purposely left the website open with her logged in on the laptop.

	When Donna arrived back at her condo, she surveyed the scene and was sure that Illustria would have something lewd to say about little Heather having a grown man on his hands and knees. 
In this case, Ben was crawling, giving a "horsey ride" to Bowser on his back while Heather marched in front of him to direct his movements.

	"How's everyone doing?" she asked.

	Heather ran to her mother and through her arms around her legs. Jerry got up and gave Donna a quizzical look.

	"How am I doing? You mean before or after my coronary?"

	He tilted his head toward the laptop on the table. Donna sat down and pulled Heather on her lap, spreading her legs casually while she rubbed the girl's tummy. Heather was only wearing panties - sky blue with little birds today - as she usually did around the house and Donna enjoyed teasing Ben with the child as they spoke.

	"So?" she repeated. "How are you doing?"

	"From thinking I was going to jail to getting a ticket to paradise? I suppose I'm doing mighty fine. Oh, and I still haven't shopped for Liz. I was still looking through that web page thing when Heather woke up. My God, that's some huge collection. I don't think I even saw the tip of the whole iceberg."

	"Did you like what they had to say about Heather?"

	"Jesus! Some of that was...well...kind of heavy. But I had to admit, it was pretty juicy stuff. That guy, Illustria - the administrator? Whoa! He certainly has a thing for her that makes me look like a priest - the celibate kind, that is."

	"Illustria is a she."

	"Holy crap! Uh, sorry."

	But Heather wasn't paying attention to his words. Donna tapped her on the shoulder and suggested they show Mr. Crandall more of Heather's photos. Sitting at the table, Ben saw one video of him and Heather (with his face once again digitally blurred, thank goodness) that he hadn't seen in his earlier viewing. Then Heather pointed to one photo of a hard dick taken with one of her photos on the screen in the background.

	"Happy pee-pee," she told Ben. "Pee-pees like happy pictures."

	"I can see why," he agreed.

	"Good," Donna replied. "Because I could really use a partner in crime. After Heather's birthday party, I want to have a more private after-party."

	The party was a hit among the pre-school set who happily ran amok with ice cream and frosting-smeared faces. A couple of older kids, those on the morning half-sessions of kindergarten, were there as well since this was afternoon affair.

	Several of the mothers were part of a gossipy clique. While Donna wasn't a member of their inner circle, they approved of her as she tended to live a quiet life and minded her own business. One woman they didn't approve of was Maria, who rarely appeared in anything but tight and flashy clothes and a carefully made-up face. According to Gossip Central, Maria had a steady stream of lovers and no one could be quite sure which one had been the father of her son, Tony.
But two of the gossip moms pulled Donna aside as they gleefully shared some salacious information about both Maria and Tony.

	"With all of the sex going on in his mother's bedroom and God knows where else," confided a nearly anorexic woman with bottled blonde hair. "He's picked up on some stuff."

	"Who? Tony?" Donna asked. 

	He seemed like a nice enough little boy - not too rowdy. 

	"Yeah. The little pervert is pretty frisky when it comes to playing doctor. He had both of Sue's daughters with their swimsuit bottoms down at the same time this summer. And there were other times. Anyway, you'll want to be careful if he gets alone with your Hannah."

	"Heather," Donna corrected.

	If the woman registered the interruption, she didn't show it.

	"And he's been seen playing with himself, too. At least he's gone half the day now in kindergarten and by next year, he'll be gone all day in first grade."

	Donna nodded gravely.

	"Thanks. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

	The other woman re-joined her clique to get an update on the brother of a neighbor who might be having an extramarital affair. Locating Maria, Donna approached the woman.

	"Hey, thanks for bringing Tony. He seems to be having a good time."

	"Oh yeah, he likes playing with other kids," Maria replied. "Especially with the little girls. Just like his daddy."

	They share a quick laugh before Donna threw out some bait.

	"Well, Heather's not allowed to date until she's four and a half."

	More laughter between the two.

	"But seriously, if you ever need me to watch Tony for an afternoon here and there, just let me know."

	Being aware of the at least some of the attitudes toward her, Maria always acted as if she didn't care. But she was genuinely touched by Donna's offer and graciously thanked her. 

	Pleased to have found a new avenue of exploration, Donna made the rounds with other adults and occasionally corralled a wayward youngster before the party ended. Ben came by to help clean up, so no one thought his appearance was unusual. When the last trash bag full of used paper ware was taken out to the dumpster, she turned to Ben.

	"Are you nervous?"

	"Yeah, he admitted, wiping his sweaty palms on his pant legs. "Like it's my first time."

	"I know what you mean. Of course it will really be Heather's first time but she'll be the least nervous out of all of us."

	They found Heather in her room playing with some new toy ponies when Donna was about to bring the little girl to her bedroom. Heather insisted on carefully placing the ponies in a haphazard formation around Bowser until she declared everything to be just right. Then she followed her mother.

	"We have some other birthday surprises for you, Sweety," Donna said as started to undress the tot.

	After being stripped down to her "special birthday panties" - white with a pink birthday cake topped by three candles in the front - the little girl watched calmly as her mother picked up the video camera. And Mr. Crandall was here which she thought was nice so he could see her "happy movies".

	Although nervous, Ben was also erect when he unzipped his fly and let his penis jut out. Donna called out to her daughter as she filmed.

	"Look what Mr. Crandall has for you."

	Heather approached the cock curiously and dabbed at it with one finger before she looked up at Ben and giggled.

	"Happy pee-pee!" she declared.

	"That's right, baby girl," Donna said. "Remember what other little girls did on Mommy's computer? Show Mr. Crandall what a good girl you are."

	Having been shown photos and videos every night for the past week, Heather understood. Now she was going to be just like those other girls. She wrapped her little hands around the shaft, squeezing and testing this strange flesh. Then she opened her mouth like a good girl and bowed her head to take in the man's head. 

	Ben thought he might cum as soon as his glans became encased by the three year-old's soft and sultry little mouth. Her lips closed tightly around the base of the head and her eyes were huge as she adjusted to the presence of this meat filling her mouth. With cautious slips along the engorged flesh, she explored him with her tongue.

	"Go on, Honey. Suck it," Ben softly urged, his throat dry.

	The little girl sucked on the spongy head, taking a liking to how it felt in her mouth. Her tiny tongue massaged it and Ben stroked her blonde hair in obvious approval. Ben guided her hands, teaching her how to work them along his length. As she watched her precious three year-old give her first blowjob, Donna felt weak in the legs with lust.

	Somehow, Heather looked even more innocent than usual despite the lewdness of her actions. Her hands were so small around the man's prick and her soft cheeks flexed and puffed as she suckled the meat embedded in her virgin mouth. Staring at the delicate little nose and those big blue eyes just above his veined shaft, Ben felt the convulsions begin in his scrotum.

	"Here it comes," he warned, pulling his dick from Heather's mouth as the first surge erupted from the end. 

	"Eep!" Heather yelped as the jism splashed against her face. 

	The second jet caught her chin and slim neck while the rest sprayed over her chest.

	"Silly pee-pee!" Heather giggled before turning to her mother. "Mommy! I made pee-pee happy!"

	Donna nodded and kept recording as her smiling daughter experimented with the man's jism, smearing the fun, gooey stuff all over her face and torso. 

	"Look at Mommy," Donna called.

	Heather turned to the camera, smiling proudly with her freshly applied make-up of congealing man juice gleaming on her baby soft skin. As her grin widened, her tiny baby teeth shone whitely between the plump little red lips that had just held a man's cock. Donna groaned - she needed her little girl now.

	Zipping everything back into place, Ben took the camera from Donna who lifted Heather onto the bed, laying her down and stripping the panties to make her daughter completely naked. Pouncing on top of her, Donna kissed the girl fully on the mouth, following with her tongue that went inside. 

	Heather was surprised by this new addition to the kiss and happily touched tongues. Her mother's tongue swirled around hers, tasting the muskiness of a man's cock from her three year-old's mouth. After tongue-fucking her daughter's mouth, Donna set about orally cleaning Ben's jism from the tyke's face and torso. Heather wriggled contentedly as her mother's loving lips and tongue caressed her. 

	Pushing Heather's legs apart, Donna focused on the prize before her. The preschooler's plump, innocent little cuntlet lay waiting to be devoured. 

	"Oooo!" Heather breathed when her mother's mouth hungrily enveloped her hairless pussy.

	Donna sucked at the tender lump of little girlishness, compressing the tender flesh between her lips. Now she understood Illustria's lustful chomping on Beverly's snatch but she limited herself to some light nibbles before she pulled back.

	Heather's smooth and puffy mound was shiny with her mother's saliva. Using her thumbs, Donna pulled sideways on the chubby labia, parting them to reveal the light pinkness of the child's sex. Her inner lips were delicately edged and Donna could see a hint of the glistening maidenhead just behind the portal. Above, her daughter's tiny clitoris was ready for discovery. 

	Pressing against the girl's crotch again, Donna munched on the squirming preschooler's bald twatlet. Pursing her lips, she sucked at the clitty, hearing a high whine in Heather's heavy breathing. Her tongue bore against the sensitive inner tissue, the trip narrowing and squeezing through the inner lips just barely but enough to taste her daughter's virginity. 

	Donna pulsed the pressure of her tongue against Heather's vaginal opening. The girl was humming oddly and just as Donna was about to pulled her tongue out and suck again, he felt a change at the tip. A new flavor. Oh! Her baby girl was lubricating!

	"Keep doing that," she whispered huskily and dove back to the three year-old's juicy snatch. 

	With Heather wriggling more, Donna slid her hands under the girl's ass, clutching the little rump cheeks to hold her steady while she pleasured her. Soon, Heather's dew was flowing nicely, encouraging her mother to orally maul her tiny cuntlet even harder.

	"Mommy....Mommy," Heather murmured over and over as an aching heat swirled and coiled deep between her spread legs. It made her want to push back on it with her vaginal muscles, an instinct she couldn't have explained. She pushed harder and harder until the coiling sensation snapped and burst.

	"Mommmmiiiieeeeeee!" Heather cried, her voice high with the onset of her climax.

	The three year-old squirted her nectar all over her mother's sweeping tongue and she jerked her tiny hips to hump against it, helpless and unwilling to fight the orgasm ripping through her immature body.

	Donna sucked the precious gift from her little girl's cunny until Heather calmed. Her eyes wide and her little mouth agape, Heather stared at her while she pushed her hand to her crotch.

	"Mommy. I have happy pee-pee."

	She stretched her naked little body on the bed, smiling at this wonderful birthday surprise while her hand massaged the place where the mystery had risen.

	Donna posted some video stills and footage of Heather's first blowjob. Typing the message, "I got my first cock on my third birthday." After spending time considering what to post from the footage that Ben thoroughly caught from that incestuous bit of pedo cunnilingus, Donna decided on only one still frame. She knew they were clamoring for a peak of Heather's pussy, but she was going to keep them aching a while longer. 

	Instead, the photo she chose was from right after Heather's climax. Wearing nothing more than a dreamy expression on her face, Heather laid on the bed with her little fingers cupping and squeezing her hidden twat. The child's fingers were damp and a bit of bare cunny flesh, white and smooth, could be seen between two slightly parted digits.

	Below the picture, she typed, "My mommy gave me an orgasm for my birthday. Can I have more?"



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