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story_codes: MMM+FFF+/g(7), oral, anal, first, bondage, semi-cons

story_intro: It's Monday morning and Melinda wakes up a very changed little girl. As she surveys the evidence on and in her little body, she recalls details of her weekend-long initiation into sex.

story_language: English





Life of the Party

Written by madvlad


	The morning after a long weekend, Melinda awoke in her parents' bed. It was her mother's and her new stepfather's to be exact. But none of the adults in bed with her were either of them. The seven year-old's parents had been divorced for only a short time before Gene arrived. He was the man who married Melinda's mother and who liked to look at Melinda - a lot.

	When Melinda got home for school on Friday, her mother and Gene and many of their friends were at house. Some of them were naked and were doing things the little girl could not fathom. And then her mother undressed her so Gene could look at her. And then he did more than look. All of them did.

	And Melinda saw much more through the weekend. And she felt a great many things - some scary, some painful, and many eventually making her feel very different in a way that made her want more. She also tasted new things. And this morning she could still taste them - men and women - in her mouth.

	Although the window shades were drawn down, there was enough morning light to see in the muted light. Melinda stretched as much as she could, her arm movements limited by the handcuffs that were tethered to the bed's headboard.

	The cuffs had been added on Sunday. Gene explained that she needed them to learn how to be a proper little whore. Her mother had explained what that term meant on Friday as she stripped her child in preparation for days of violation. Melinda had done her best to be a proper little whore although she couldn't help crying and struggling that first day. But by Saturday she had become more docile as her tender little body was used in new and inventive ways.

	When Gene had put the cuffs on her, he told her that proper little whores also had to be slaves. Melinda wasn't sure what she had to do, but her stepfather had assured her she would learn. So Melinda submitted to further degradations because she knew she had so much to learn.

	The girl's movements roused the man - his name was Bill - next to her. He took Melinda by the hip and rolled her onto her tummy before sliding a pillow under her waist to elevate her bottom. Then he pawed the child's tiny buttocks, testing the springy globes and pulling them apart.

	Feeling air on her reddened orifice, Melinda knew what to expect. Any hopes of something else were dashed when she saw Bill's erection. By now, the second grader knew well what hard cock was used for.

	"You passed out on me last night before I could fuck that cute little ass of yours,' he scolded playfully.

	"I'm sorry," she replied in a trembling voice. "I'm trying to be a proper little whore."

	Bill fondled the girl's luscious little rump for another minute before sliding his prick between her cheeks, he teased her as he moved in her crack, hearing her muffled whimpers while she kept her face pressed to the mattress. Then he pushed into her tiny anus, maintaining pressure as the girl employed her hard-taught lessons and relaxed enough for him to enter her. Despite the recent, heavy use, the ring of muscle was still able to grip him fiercely.

	Melinda's whimpering grew louder as she was penetrated deeply. Her sore rectal tissues were forcefully expanded as the hardness bore into her.

	Bill sighed heavily as he sank into the little girl's soft young rump. Her rear had been getting pounded all weekend but her heated anal tubing still clung to him delightfully as he stroked in and out. The child's bottom still carried the lubrication of many men's semen that had been injected into her warm channel.

	"You're still very gooey inside," Bill told her. "That's a good whore."

	"Th-thank you," Melinda croaked while Bill swiveled his hips to twist a little further inside of her.

	Feeling lazy, Bill didn't give the newly minted little slut the brutal ass pounding she had endured the previous days. He slowly slid in and out of the child's guts, letting his weight fully rest on the trussed and trapped tot while he sodomized her. His cock rode snugly inside her slippery fuck hole before he erupted.

	The man's balls went through spasms as he pumped her ass full of steaming cum, the surges blasting through his prick and despoiling the girl's body a little more. Melinda grunted as she felt the hot flow in her bottom, her fingers wriggling helplessly above her cuffed wrists.

	Bill remained in place, resting fully on top of the girl with his scratchy pubic hair pressed against the small, smooth ass cheeks. By now the other adults on the bed had awoken and were eager to have Melinda for other tricks. But then the door opened and Sonja, Melinda's mother entered the room. Seeing a naked man lying atop her equally nude daughter brought a grin to her face. From her angle it was difficult to tell which hole he was filling but she did remember him in Melinda's cunny at least twice, so she took a guess.

	"How was her ass this morning, Bill?"

	"Everything I could want. She had fainted last night before I could bugger her. Tessa, here, got a little carried away with that electric needle of hers and your little girl's clit."

	That earned him a playful punch from a red-haired woman who sat up in bed. She took a small skin treatment tool from night stand and waggled it in front of Melinda's face.

	"Remember this, honey?" she cooed.

	Melinda's gray eyes widened and she nodded. Tessa laughed as she licked the end of the device.

	The previous night, Melinda had been on her back with her bound arms stretched above her head. As Bill held one ankle and another man held the other, Tessa had lustfully tortured the helpless little girl. The intense, micro-vibrations of the needle had brought Melinda's small nipples to painful erection.

	Then the woman went to work on the tot's wriggling toes, making Melinda squirm as she was played with. Then Tessa massaged the girl's tiny clit, feeling it stiffen beneath the protective layer of skin encasing it. Skillfully, the woman threaded the needle into the miniature clitoral hood. Working it directly against the seven year-old's sensitized nubbin, Tessa taught Melinda some new lessons.

	The child begged her stop and thrashed helplessly on the bed. But Tessa was relentless, forcing the little girl through several screaming orgasms before Melinda collapsed into unconsciousness.

	Although she would have loved to see her friends give her daughter some more hardcore sex, Sonja had to put a halt to the action.

	"Sorry, but she has to get ready for school," Sonja announced.

	After Bill and Tess and the two other adults in the bed reluctantly left the room, Sonja unlocked her daughter's cuffs and kissed the girl on top of her head.

	"Jenny's in the hall bathroom and will help you get clean inside - she's very good at that sort of thing," Melinda's mother purred.

	Melinda slid off the bed, wincing at the soreness all over her body. When she walked, she could feel other pains as well as stickiness inside her. Stopping in front of the full-length mirror, she surveyed her figure, surprised she didn't look all that different now that she was a proper little whore.

	Her light brown hair was still in pigtails, although her mother had to re-do them several times over the weekend. Proper little whores, Melinda knew, had their hair in pigtails or braids.

	Gene had taught her why on Friday. The girl had been a little scared of his erect penis when she had to hold it in her hands and stroke it. But when he told her to put it in her mouth, she refused. The other adults laughed and Gene merely smiled as he took Melinda's pigtails in his hands and forced her face onto his dick. The child's eyes rolled in their sockets as she frantically sought help but the others were cheering Gene on as he pressed the head against her clamped lips.

	Then her mother reached over and pinched Melinda's nose shut. Melinda was afraid she'd be hurt but her mother wasn't pinching very hard. It wasn't long before the girl learned the purpose of her mother's action when she needed to breathe. When she opened her mouth, she sucked in some air - and then her stepfather's prick.

	"Now suck," Gene ordered.

	With his hands holding her hair, Melinda couldn't pull away. Resigned, she sucked.

	"Harder."

	Melinda did just that.

	When Gene pushed further into her mouth, Melinda tried to block him with her tongue. But he was too strong as he pulled her by her pigtails. Soon she realized that he liked how her tongue felt as it moved against his cock. The frightened child gratefully accepted his praise and endeavored to suck and lick as best as she could.

	And so she was on her way to becoming a proper little whore.

	Her reaction to her first "reward" was dubious. Gene ejaculated into the second grader's mouth, making her choke on the salty, musky stuff. Although she wanted to spit the vile stuff out, Gene was still holding her head in place so she swallowed her "whore milk" as she was told.

	By sundown, Melinda had spent hours sucking and swallowing what the men gave her. Then Sonja took her by the hair and planted her offspring's face in her crotch. Melinda's resistance was only brief before she was delving into her mother's quim with her tongue. What she tasted there solved a mystery of why some of the men's cocks had a peculiar flavor when she began sucking them. The flavor quickly disappeared during her oral ministrations and she had seen a variety of sex acts already.

	While her cunnilingus training continued, Gene reached between her legs and fondled the girl's hairless pussy. He used his fingers to direct Melinda's tongue and she quickly caught on, licking her mother wherever her stepfather's fingers went in her own smaller cunny.

	Sonja's orgasm made Melinda fearful of getting more whore milk, but she only got more of the same juices she had been drinking. Sonja lifted the girl's head, proudly displaying her daughter's face, sopping with fluids, to the others. Jenny was next, pulling Melinda's pigtails until the child was eating her out.

	It was another one of Gene's friends, Randy, who managed to get his member down the little girl's throat after Melinda had serviced all of the women. Melinda struggled mightily as she was throat fucked but quickly learned she had to cooperate if she wanted to breathe. Although she gagged a few times, she learned to hold her breath at intervals and keep sucking and licking as the cocks slid deeper. The added benefit was that she didn't have to taste the whore milk as it passed from cock to her tummy. Man after man fed the child their meat, driving deeply until their pubes were tickling Melinda's nose.

	With aching mouth muscles and a belly full of cum, Melinda was allowed to sleep for a few hours. Then her mother brought up the subject of earrings.

	Gazing at the mirror, Melinda looked at the soft lips of her mouth and saw no indication of everything she had done with it. She inspected herself more until she reached her chest.

	Melinda woke up to find Tessa sucking on her chest. The child's tiny niplet was erect and Melinda had to admit it felt good. The other adults were clustered around the bed, watching the woman and girl when Sonja spoke.

	"Sweetheart, I've been thinking about how you've been begging me to get your ears pierced."

	Despite her current lewd predicament, Melinda's thoughts shifted to this new subject. Two girls in her class had real earrings - not the fake clip-on kind and Melinda dearly wanted to show off how mature she was with this kind of jewelry.

	"Can I, Mommy?" Melinda asked in a high voice as Tessa gave an extra hard pull on her flat breast with her mouth.

	"You'll get something better than earrings," Gene promised. "Whore rings."

	Tessa's mouth was gone from Melinda's chest. Instead, the woman was squeezing the seven year-old's un-grown tit to make the small pink nipple, now stiff and shiny with spit, stand up even more. Tessa's eyes gleamed as brightly as the needle that lanced into the side of the child's chest button and poked out the other side. Melinda screamed, but Tessa had heard it all before as she licked the two small beads of blood from either side of the wounded nipple before sliding the jewelry in where the needle had gone.

	The two silver rings gleamed in the mirror, dangling from the little girl's chest. Melinda put her fingers over them, remembering how other fingers and mouths had tugged on them in the midst of other carnal acts. Acts such as...

	The girl looked at her crotch, regarding the two fleshy little rolls that pressed together to form a delicate cleft. Her tiny and smooth cunny looked so different compared to when it had been stretched widely around Gene's cock that first time. And the dried traces of blood amid the sticky stains all over her crotch and thighs had been brighter and more fluid as her ruptured little twat had bled.

	Melinda's nipples were still stinging as she lay on the bed but it was nothing compared to the hot buttery feeling she was getting lower. Her legs were draped over her mother's shoulders as Sonja munched on her daughter's bald snatch. Now the girl knew why grown-ups liked having her mouth in those places. With her mother reciprocating, Melinda panted happily as her little quim drooled into the woman's mouth. The other adults were gathered around the bed, enjoying the show.

	"Am I being a proper little whore?" Melinda asked Gene.

	"Certainly," he replied easily. "And it's going to get even better."

	And it did. The tot moaned and shook as the fullness of her first orgasm seized her. Sonja lifted her naked daughter and passed her limp body to Gene who carried the girl to the mirror.

	"You're going to want to see this," Gene murmured in her ear.

	Mellow in the aftermath of her climax, Melinda watched as he held her upright, lowering her cunny to the top of his erection.

	"My kitty is shiny," she giggled.

	As Melinda's hairless labia opened, the girl's laughter faded. The man's glans was buried into the soft, puffy mound and Melinda understood what he meant to do. But she was so little compared to the women who had taken men between her legs.

	When she opened her mouth to tell him it wouldn't fit, the words never came to be. Gene slammed his stepdaughter down, bursting her cherry. The seven year-old screamed and flailed but could not prevent her virgin twat from being cruelly opened and crammed with meat. Reaching her cervix with nearly half of his cock inside, Gene stopped and lifted her. Melinda's tight, virgin cuntlet had sealed itself nicely around his member and sucked at it as she was raised.

	Melinda stared in the mirror with snuffling, sucking breaths as her stepfather's reddened shaft reappeared. One of them must be bleeding and she knew it was her. When Gene pushed her down again, more virginal blood squirted from the child's cunt, splashing the paleness of her inner thighs.

	Gene remained standing as he copulated with his moaning stepdaughter. The stretched, hairless hole between her legs gipped his prick wetly as he made her ride it. He was ready to cum but held off for a few more minutes as he forcefully sampled the little girl's tender sex tunnel. With a sharp release, he shouted as he sent his seed surging into the child's unready baby box.

	Melinda was stunned from the violence of her rape, unknowing of even the word although the act had now been brutally consummated. Her mother had her on the bed again with her spread legs. Sonja paused to admire the sex fluids pouring from the little girl's cunt before she settled in to suck her husband's sperm from her daughter's deflowered pussy.

	"My baby whore," Sonja crooned as she licked the remnants from her lips. "You're becoming the life of the party."

	From then on, Melinda's whore training resumed with a vengeance. The child participated in the positions she had seen adult couplings done with. Men slammed into her while she was pinned beneath them, driving their cocks between her spread thighs. Or she was placed on top of them, bouncing as their hard dick stabbed into her tender young cuntlet until they filled her with more spurting cream. Sometimes the women took turns, eating her kiddy twat and drinking their fill before another man had her.

	Bill had her on her hands and knees when he took her doggy style. Her tiny twat, dripping with fuck juice beckoned below her luscious young ass. He wanted to get into that bubbly little butt, too, but that was Gene's territory for the first time since he had married the slut's mother. So Bill happily contented himself in Melinda's syrupy cunt which retained its snugness beautifully.

	While Bill was reaming the seven year-old's pussy, Kris, another man, held is cock in front of the girl's face. Melinda remembered her whore lessons well and opened wide, getting a second helping of man meat well into her throat. The hours blurred as she was taken orally and vaginally.

	A noticeable departure occurred when Gene positioned himself behind his stepdaughter's little rump. With some lubricant and some shoving, he wrenched the seven year-old's anus open with his prick, boring into the squirming child until he had removed her final claim to virginity. Melinda's ass was able to take more of his dick and by Sunday morning, Gene's friends had pitched in and had the little girl getting deeply ass-fucked like a ten-dollar whore in Bangkok.

	When her mother put her in handcuffs, Melinda already knew she had no choice but to let herself be trained. The bondage added another layer of helplessness which became submissiveness. The group's favorite position soon became the one where Melinda was laying on her back with a woman sitting on her face. While Melinda's busy little mouth went to work, the woman watched as a hard cock slid in and out of the child's hairless pussy. Or sometimes the woman would lift Melinda's ankles so the man could ravage her ass instead.

	Melinda turned and looked over her shoulder and into the mirror. Her bottom looked no different either. But as with her cunny, she could certainly feel the remnants of her weekend. She could hear a pan rattling in the kitchen as her mother made breakfast for the crowd and she went into the hall, walking naked past leering eyes and into the bathroom.

	"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Melinda panted as Jenny's long tongue did wonderful things to her cunny while some sort of toy was buzzing and sliding in her ass.

	The little girl's nipple rings jiggled on her chest as the woman's lesbian attentions made her cum. Jenny stood and lifted Melinda from the tub. The wet child looked so inviting that Jenny considered taking her again on the floor, but she didn't want to contribute to the delinquency of a minor by making her late for school.

	"Jenny/" Melinda asked as she was toweled dry. "Am I a proper little whore now?"

	"Yes you are," Jenny answered delightedly, giving the girl a hug.

	"You're going to miss the bus," Sonja said as Melinda wolfed down a pancake. "But Gene will drive you to school."

	Melinda nodded and five minutes later followed her stepfather to the car, dressed in the typical child's blouse and skirt that her mother had laid out for her. Gene told her to ride in the front seat and she did. It was odd because she always had to ride in the back where her booster seat was.

	Gene glanced at the girl as she craned her neck to look out the window. Without a booster seat, she was difficult to see from outside. And if a cop were to pull him over for not having a small child properly secured in a safety seat, well, being the school district's superintendent would be influential enough to get out of a ticket. After all, who could be more dedicated than him when it came to a child's well-being?

	Reaching over, Gene flipped up the front of Melinda's skirt. She was wearing white panties with a cartoon image of a little girl watering a smiling flower. When he pulled her underpants to her legs, Melinda obediently lifted her ass to help.

	"Unbutton your shirt," he said.

	Melinda did so, revealing the nipple rings that graced her childish form.

	"Play with yourself," Gene ordered as he put one of Melinda's hands to her chest. "Pull them and twist them real good."

	Using both hands, Melinda did as she was told, making her nipples stiffen as they were agitated. Driving one-handed, Gene put his hands between her legs, playing with the little girl's hairless twat and making her squirm in her seat. In morning rush hour traffic, the seven year-old was molested as she played with her nipples.

	When the girl was damp, Gene eased his finger into her. Melinda stiffened slightly but then relaxed as he finger-fucked her. She was so tight around his finger and even Gene had to wonder how she had managed to take his dick in there.

	After pulling into the school parking lot, Gene had her button her shirt and then pull her panties back into place.

	"Pull then real tight," he said.

	The girl pulled her panties tighter, making them form around her puffy little mound and even display her slit. Melinda made a noise her throat as her pussy juice soaked into the thin fabric and Gene complimented her on a job well done. As they went inside, Malinda could feel the air tickling at her damp crotch and kept checking her skirt to make sure it was concealing her embarrassing spot.

	Other kids were coming in from the buses and Melinda noticed several other girls looking at her and Gene with a certain look. She was wondering if they knew anything until she noticed that those girls all wore their hair in pigtails or twin braids. Then she was certain she was not the only proper little whore in school.



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