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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: heather3.txt
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story_codes: MF/g(3), b/g (5/3), incest, sex play, cons

story_intro: When her cuddly, pre-school body isn't burning up the internet with more erotic photo sessions in costumes or wearing nothing but a snake, Heather enjoys sucking grown-ups and getting own tiny twat sucked in return. Then she gets a first boyfriend, going for an older guy in kindergarten, and some hairless humping ensues.


story_language: English



Heather's Fan Club: Age 3

Written by madvlad


	Her silky body flexing with her motion, the tigress silently moved, her tail swaying behind her. This was her domain, with anything in her path at her mercy. The photographer kept out of the way, recording images until the beast suddenly stopped, turning her head toward the intruder. With one paw raised, displaying deadly claws, the tigress roared its challenge.

	"MEOW!" Heather proclaimed with one small hand poised in the air with the fingers hooked like claws.

	"Yipe!" Donna responded, stepping back in a vain attempt to protect herself from the inevitable onslaught of cuteness. 

	"MEOW!" Heather repeated, this time rising on her knees with both hands in the air to show her little "claws".

	Donna took more photos of her nearly naked daughter. The tip of Heather's nose was painted black with whiskers painted on her cheeks. Atop her head was a band hidden in her blonde hair from which two little pointed tiger ears protruded. A band of elastic fabric clung to her waist, anchoring a tiger tail in the back. It was the only thing that even tried to conceal the three year-old's white little bottom was a strip of cloth disappeared between her squeeze-inducing ass cheeks.

	In the front, the cloth widened a little, showing it to be orange with black tiger stripes. It was cut raggedly, part of the girl's homemade costume. While it did manage to cover the cleft in the miniature mound between the child's thighs, plenty of plump, hairless cunny was showing; milky white against Heather's tiger thong.

	"You are the meanest tiger in the jungle," Donna praised.

	Heather's expression softened and she lowered her hands. 

	"I'm a nice kitty," she insisted.

	"That, too," Donna conceded.

	"Nice kitties say 'meow'," Heather lectured further. "Mean kitties say 'ROAR'."

	"Okay, you're the nicest tiger in the jungle."

	That seemed to satisfy Heather, who dropped down on all fours and crawled around the living room. Every now and then, she would wag her little rear end like a dog to jiggle her tail. She really liked the tail and had told her mother as much all morning. Donna marveled at the girl's vocabulary and speech. In the two months since she had turned three, Heather had become quite a little conversationalist.

	But in the odd way that small children compartmentalized people's roles and activities, often limiting certain people with certain jobs, Heather also knew that only certain people did certain things with her. With Liz Crandall, a neighbor, Heather enjoyed sitting on the woman's lap for stories or "helping" to make cookies (though Liz never minded the extra mess that came as a package deal with the added assistance). The girl never made mention of what went on between her legs when she was with others.

	But with Ben Crandall, Liz's retired husband, there were other things that involved her being naked. She was becoming quite skilled at using her little mouth on his erection, giving him some slurpy oral sex before the sixty-five year-old ejaculated all over the giggling preschooler's bare skin. Then she would sprawl on his lap or on her bed to he could fondle her bald snatch and make her wriggle happily until she came.

	During his most recent visit, he had surprised when he put his mouth on her there. 

	"Mommy does that!" she said.

	"I know. And she said you're very tasty."

	Heather giggled as the man's tongue lapped her puffy mons. Feeling the child's legs hook around his neck, Ben knew she was quite comfortable with receiving cunnilingus thanks to her doting mother. He settled in for this dainty little feast, sucking and licking the three year-old's tender twatlet while she whimpered and squirmed and became very juicy there until her orgasm took her away.

	Like Donna, he had never imagined before that one so young could cum. But Heather certainly could (having "all the equipment" as the administrator on that website had told Donna) and always remained in a mellow daze for a while afterward. Her legs would be spread, showing Ben or her mother their dripping handiwork before she slid her hand down there to squeeze herself while reliving the delicious jolts that had pummeled her little body.

	"These pictures will make people very happy," Donna mused aloud as she reviewed them on her camera's view screen. 

	"Goody," Heather replied, slipping her tiger thong off so she could get a nice reward. "Happy pee-pee, now?"

	Donna turned to see Heather on the floor with her legs spread to show her hairless pussy to her loving mommy. The girl's blue eyes looked at her with innocent anticipation. Donna set the camera aside - the website could wait. 

	"Mmnnn....hullo?" Donna answered sleepily a few days later.

	"Donna?" said the voice on the phone. "It's me, Kate. You sound like you're asleep. But it's only a little after midnight - why would you be asleep so early?"

	"It's called motherhood," Donna explained to her friend and co-adventurer since their college days. "It's very contagious. In fact, you might have already been knocked up since we've been on the phone."

	"The hazards of phone sex, I guess. And we didn't even get to the foreplay. Anyway, I need your help with a bit of a problem."

	That piqued Donna's interest. More than once, Kate had called with a "problem" - usually meaning more men at once than she could handle. And Donna had willingly helped out a few times. The first, as she recalled, had been in a biker bar when they were in college. That had resulted in one hell of a gang bang and she was waddling a bit the next morning when she arrived in class for her Calculus final. How she passed the test, she never knew but wondered if her professor might have ridden a Harley.

	"So what does this "problem" entail?" Donna asked, hoping it wasn't something immediate so she could arrange for a sitter in the morning for Heather.

	"It involves some meat - and lots of it," Kate huskily replied.

	"Oh, tell me more," Donna begged, comically panting for effect.

	"Premium steak, actually. My parents sent me one of those refrigerated gourmet packages. The tracking on the package says it arrived today and they left it on my porch. The problem is that I'm out of town tonight - work stuff, nothing fun - and I don't want it sitting out. It's not frozen and I don't know how long it will keep in the shipping cooler. Could you pop over there and put it in my fridge? You can be there and back in less than an hour while Heather's probably sleeping."

	"I couldn't leave her alone - what if something happens or she wakes up from a bad dream?'

	"Ick. This is what motherhood does to you?"

	"Yeah. But no problem, I'll just take her with me."

	"Hey, thanks. Oh, and check on Myron for me."

	"Does he need to be fed?"

	"No, I gave him a mouse yesterday so he's good for a few days. You ought to show him to Heather - let her know that little girls don't have to be afraid of snakes."

	Myron was Kate's three-foot-long pet corn snake (Kate did not care for "normal" in anything with her life). One night, shortly before Donna got pregnant with Heather, they had decided to have a little girl-on-girl fun. When Donna woke up the next morning, she found another bedmate slithering over her. She had freaked out a little but Kate explained how erotic it was to have Myron moving over her bare skin. After calming down, Donna did admit the feeling wasn't bad at all.

	Now that she was fully awake, Donna's thoughts were racing.

	"Is it safe to have a snake like that with a little kid?" she asked.

	"Yeah. You shouldn't leave her alone with him - he's still an animal and she might agitate him if she's just trying to play with him. But he's well fed and docile and easy to unwrap from someone. Corn snakes are reluctant to bite - not like boas and pythons which can be unpredictable."

	"Okay. She might like that - meeting Myron, that is."

	Heather didn't understand why she was woken up and taken to the car. She was wearing pink pajamas - the one-piece footie kind - and she remained warm and comfortable during the unexpected nocturnal journey. Donna explained she had to take care of something and told Heather she'd get to meet Myron the snake.

	"Is he a nice snake?" the little girl asked drowsily.

	"Very nice. He's the perfect gentleman."

	After unpacking the goodies from the package and placing them in the refrigerator, Donna brought Heather into Kate's bedroom and placed sat her on the bed. Taking Myron from his heated glass cage, she put him on Heather's lap. The snake undulated slowly, inspecting his surroundings.

	"Myron, meet Heather, Heather, this is Myron," Donna said.

	"Hi Myron. I'm a tiger. Meow," Heather said as she petted the snake.

	If Myron was impressed, he hid it well. He moved up the front of Heather's pajamas, flicking his tongue to find her scent. Giggling lightly, Heather stuck her tongue out at him in return. She was still sleepy, though, and sat quietly as the snake moved about. Donna took a few photos, titillated by the innocence of the pajama-clad tot and the inferred threat of the snake (even if Myron was a reptilian pussycat).

	Unzipping Heather's pj's, Donna pushed them from Heather's shoulders so they were bunched around her waist. Attracted to the warmth of the girl's skin, Myron pressed against her. Intrigued by her new friend, Heather kept stroking him and Donna kept taking pictures. 

	One shot in particular stood out. The sleepy-eyed tyke was looking down at the snake, holding it lightly as the constantly flickering tongue was brushing against her bare, undeveloped  breast - just a millimeter from the tiny pink nipple. It was if the child was going to nurse the creature.

	"Does Myron feel good against your skin?" Donna asked. 

	"Yes. He's a nice snake."

	Donna pulled Heather's pajamas completely off. As she never put panties on her daughter when she was wearing full pajamas, it left the girl completely bare. The snake continued to wind around the little girl's nude form, his colors appearing more vibrant against the smooth whiteness of her skin.

	Gently, she laid Heather down, allowing Myron better access to her warm body. Donna remembered that actress back in the 80's - Nastassja Kinski - that posed lying on her side and wearing only a python. Although the famous photo was done before Donna was even born, she always thought it was hot. And now she had her little blonde version of it.

	"Here," she said as she adjusted Heather and repositioned Myron. "I bet you'll both like this."

	Like Nastassja, Heather was lying on her side, facing the camera. Her expression was calm and she was fighting to keep her blue eyes open as she was photographed. The snake slithered between the preschooler's legs, simultaneous rubbing and hiding the tiny, bald cuntlet. While Nastassja's breasts had been concealed in her photo shoot, Heather's chest was nicely bare as Myron's head reached it. 

	Heather responded to the snakes' gliding touch over her pussy, automatically squeezing her thighs around the creature. She quivered slightly as Myron continued moving.

	"Myron gives me happy pee-pee?" she murmured.

	Donna had no idea what kind of snake sex the girl could have. The nude pictures with Myron were pretty kinky but anything else was impractical and unlikely. Of course, the snake had no idea he was stimulating the child - he was just slithering about. Donna picked Myron up and returned him to his heated enclosure.

	"I think it's time to get you back to bed," Donna answered her daughter as she returned Heather to the soft, snuggly confines of her pink pajamas.

	"Nice snake," Heather mumbled as she rested her head on Donna's shoulder. 

	After her erotic photo shoot, the little girl was fast asleep by the time her mother set her back into her child's seat.

	"Look, Heather, you have a visitor."

	Fresh from her nap, Heather rubbed her eyes as she saw the dark-haired boy with his mother. 

	"Hi, Tony," she said, pleased to have a playmate. 

	At Heather's third birthday party, Donna had offered to watch her neighbor, Maria's, son in the afternoons after his half-day kindergarten if Maria needed to get some things done. While she would have done it anyway to be neighborly, Donna had been particularly interested after hearing the gossip about how the five year-old loved to play doctor with any girl he could be alone with. Presumably, the boy must have seen a few things from the many lovers Maria had over at her condo. Now Donna wanted to see what the boy would do with Heather.

	"I can be back by five if that's okay," Maria said.

	"Sure" Donna replied before she turned to her daughter. "Heather, why don't you take Tony to your bedroom?"

	As Maria left, Heather led her friend to her room. Donna quickly bolted to her room where her laptop was getting audio and video feed from now four video cameras she had hidden and linked in the room.

	Heather made a show of introducing Tony to Bowser, her stuffed dog, and her little pony toys. True to Donna's hopes, however, the boy had other ideas.

	"Hey, let's play grown-ups," he announced as he stood up.

	"Okay," Heather readily agreed. "How?"

	"First, you take off your all your clothes."

	Good boy, thought Donna. Tony efficiently shucked off his clothes while Heather, still having difficulty wriggling out of her shirts, took a little longer. While her daughter was finishing, Donna got a look at the boy's miniature pecker. It was cute, jutting out already (the horny little devil). Tony played with it a little until he turned his attention to the nude little girl in front of him. 

	Donna could tell his eyes were locked onto Heather's soft little pussy. She was just as hairless in her crotch as he was which meant both children had a clear view of each other's privates. Donna wondered if Tony was going to touch her daughter but the boy quickly made her aware that he had seen his mother with her boyfriends.

	"This is my dicky," he lectured. "Girls have to suck it."

	From the boy's manner, Donna could tell he was a little unsure. Had he tried to get some other little girl to suck him? If he had, she had likely shied away from doing that. Heather, on the other hand, knew just what to do with a male member, even a small one like Tony's. Tony gaped in astonishment as Heather got to her knees before him and slurped his tiny erection between her delicious little lips.

	"Ah...ohhh!" he sighed as Heather's busy tongue bathed him in her spit while she shifted her head back and forth on his member. Heather's soft lips compressed snugly around his cock while her tongue danced on the tip or slid underneath as she moved. 

	Although Heather liked playing with Mr. Crandall, she also liked a little boy's prick just fine. It was more her size and she could get it all in her mouth like she saw the big girls and nice ladies do on Mommy's favorite website. Excited, she sucked as hard as she could and put one hand to her bald little twat like her mother had taught her to do whenever she had a dick in her mouth..

	Tony was transfixed, staring down as his spit-shined cocklet was orally massaged as it went in and out of Heather's wide-eyed face. The kindergartner groaned as the preschooler gave him a magnificent blowjob.

	"Ungh...uh...uh...AAHHH!" he gasped. "Oh, I came."

	Heather pulled her mouth from him and looked up in confusion.

	"Where's your pee-pee milk?" she asked. 

	"Huh? Tony asked. "Oh, I can't do that until I'm a big boy. That's what Mommy said when she had lots of wine and sucked my dicky 'til I came. And when I'm grown up, my dicky's going to be this big."

	Tony stretched his arms as widely as possible, earning an appreciative "oooo!" from Heather. 

	"Did I suck good?" she asked.

	"Oh yeah," Tony replied. "You were as good as my Mommy. But she did it just one time."

	"Suck again?" Heather sweetly offered.

	Tony was about to accept but had Heather lie on the rug instead. Then he got down next to her and gently prodded her pudgy snatch with his fingers as he investigated her. Heather didn't mind at all as the five year-old's fingers swept over her hairless cuntlet and pulled her soft labia open to peer at her pink treasure inside. Heather's earlier rubbing had mad her moist and shiny on her delicate surfaces. When Tony touched her there, she shivered happily.

	"Hey, do you want to fuck?" Tony asked.

	"Uh huh. How do you play fuck?" she countered, the dirty word sounding adorable in her innocent voice.

	"I've seen my mommy do it lots of times with her boyfriends," Tony explained, proud of his knowledge. "I get on top of you and rub my dicky on your twinkie and we both cum."

	Heather raised her head to look where Tony was pointing at her smooth vulva. 

	"That's not a twinkie, that's my pee-pee," she corrected. "I like happy pee-pees."

	In no mood to discuss terminology, Tony rolled onto the younger girl and started humping against her. The chubby little pillow of the three year-old's cunny, complete with a light coating of her juices, made his miniature hard-on welcome as he slid it back and forth. 

	Heather felt little twitches as her playmate kept rubbing her. The oily friction between the children's smooth genitals was exquisite and Tony had Heather squirming happily beneath him when his next climax hit. 

	Donna heard the boy exclaim as he came. After pausing a moment, he went right back to work. Evidently, his penis never went soft because once more, Heather was cooing and writhing beneath him as he moved. Her own hand working between her legs, the woman watched the little boy's bare buttocks bounding and shifting as he rutted against her daughter. 

	When Tony came again, he seemed satisfied, by Heather grabbed his shoulder as he started to roll off.

	"I want a happy pee-pee," she whined.

	"Okay," Tony agreed and once again rubbed his five year-old cock against the preschooler's drooling pussy.

	The third time was the charm as Heather came with a series of soft squeaks. Tony kept going though and the little girl lay contentedly beneath him until the sliding contact against her tiny twatlet brought him off once more time.

	Tony lay still on top of her for a minute before he asked her a serious question.

	"Does your Mommy have chocolate chip cookies?"

	"Yes."

	"Let's get some!"

	As the kids got dressed on the monitor. Donna rose from her chair on unsteady legs. She had managed a nice orgasm of her own while watching the sex play but now walked a little unsteadily as she prepared to serve a snack to the tots.

	It was summertime and never had Donna been more excited about getting bathing suits for Heather. This year, she went with one-piece suits since Heather no longer had diapers that might need addressing. While two-piece ones were still of interest, she liked how the single ones clung to her little girl's body, especially when wet. It was a great way for the tyke to display her goods even if she didn't quite understand it.

	When she saw the pink swimsuit with Ariel from The Little Mermaid on it, Heather was insistent that she must have it. The fit was perfect so Donna was satisfied. A bright blue swimsuit with a smiling yellow starfish also got Heather's attention. It wasn't quite as snug on her as Donna would have preferred but she didn't mind as Heather would grow into it.

	On their first day at the pool, Donna once again took her time working the sunscreen into Heather's nearly porcelain skin. As her daughter scampered about in the wading pool, Donna noted the changes in the three year-old's body from a year ago. Heather was still shedding her baby fat although her tummy still had a pleasant curve to it. But her soft facial features were a little more defined - less baby and more little girl. 

	Donna also noted with pride that Heather had great legs. All of the child's playing had left her with firm, round thighs that Donna enjoyed having pressed against her cheeks when she was eating Heather's tiny cuntlet. Heather usually wrapped her legs around her mother's head while receiving cunnilingus; her grip strengthening as her juicy climax approached.

	When she ran, Heather's delectable rump shifted and rolled beneath the thin swimsuit material. With the development of her legs, the round little globes were shone off nicely above her sturdy limbs. 

	The suit fit just enough to show a demure bulge in front, the fervent pink covering standing out a little more between the girl's milky thighs. At times, though, the crotch pulled more tightly when Heather moved in certain positions, providing a slight indentation that parked the precious slit between her small labia.

	A little more than a week later, Heather wanted to wear her "happy starfish" bathing suit to the pool. Spying the Crandalls at the poolside, she happily showed them her other new swimwear. She was even happier when Ben offered to take her into the main pool to play.

	Donna snapped a few photos as her little girl splashed and bounced about with the grandfatherly man. It was all perfectly innocent but she knew Ben enjoyed letting his hands roam all over the preschooler's slippery body as he entertained her. Fortunately, they were deep enough so that his hard-on was hidden below the waterline. 

	"Mommy! Watch!" Heather cried as Ben held her in front of him in the water, bobbing her slightly with his hands.

	Donna wondered if the man wasn't giving himself a good cock rub with her daughter's baby ass. But then Ben started counting loudly from ten backwards and Donna flipped her camera setting to video. At zero, he thrust Heather up in the air well above the water. The tot screeched happily as she went aloft and Donna caught it all - and was glad she did.

	As Ben held the girl tightly by her sides, her slightly loose bathing suit slipped up. On either side, the leg holes slipped up to show Heather's hips like the high-cut exercise leotards did in the 1980's. The skin on her legs was wet, making them gleam whitely in the sun. Between her thighs, the stretchy blue swimsuit pulled up very tightly, clearly displaying the fat little bulge of the three year-old's pussy. Down the middle, the material dug into the child's soft mound as if trying to explore her virgin secrets. It left the cleft of Heather's cuddly cunny clearly delineated. 

	All in all, the contours of that sweet, tiny cuntlet were publicly shown for a few seconds with just a thin fabric protecting the bald flesh beneath from completely lewd exposure. Looking at one of the still frames on her view screen, Donna wondered what kind of view Ben had.

	Later, he told her. Heather's right ass cheek had popped free as the seat of the swimsuit altered shape. Having a half-naked little girl bottom in his face had been quite tempting.

	"It was all I could do not to have a nibble," he confessed, sounding not the least bit contrite.

	Heather's wet camel toe was the hit of the website that evening after Donna had posted the video clip and some still frames. Of course, several people had suggestions on how to make the three year-old's twat even wetter and had graciously offered to help.

	Donna leaned back in her chair as she considered her daughter sleeping in the next room with the company of Bowser and her innocent dreams. That Heather could induce men and women to cum without even being overtly sexual was heady stuff. 

	It had been a year now since Donna began displaying her daughter for other's people's fantasies. And things had progressed a little beyond showing. With a shiver of anticipation, Donna began to consider what delights Heather had awaiting her.



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