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Poor guy. We Britons aren't that bothered. How to have sex whilst pregnant is a global concern. Mexicans care about heels. He didn't want to wake his friends if he could help it.

God knows they all needed the rest. The bathroom door shut with a soft click and he stared into the mirror over the sink. Haunted brown eyes stared back.

They were small, good at blending, they could have pulled it off! Instead they just got the attention of another type of authority.

Ruin everything. His clothes were soon discarded on the ground as he rummaged under the sink for soaps and found bubble bath.

How long since he had a bubble bath? A real one? Sometime before the disastrous clown birthday party, he was sure.

His mother stopped buying the stuff in preference of as many cases of Budlight as she could get her hands on.

His dad went for whiskey, his uncle the schnapps. Xander tested the water, snatched his hand back, and slowly lowered himself in.

He let the bubbles drift around his body, concealing everything but his hands and head and he leaned back to soak in the water, and heard a soft tap at the door.

Seemed that Oz was up. Cuz I can get out, I mean, when nature calls and not in the big white orb in the sky kind of way He half rose, water and suds making little tinkling noises as they splashed back into the water, but Oz declined the offer.

Xander could imagine him on the other side, standing aloof and serene as usual, quiet eyes contemplating the room and scanning for any threats.

Xander had not missed how much more touchy-feely and possessive the were had become after his and Willow's panic born indiscretion.

It had been surprising, and humbling, to discover that the Osbourne didn't blame Willow or Xander. He blamed Spike, and had developed a vehement desire to dismember the vampire should they ever cross paths again.

You freaked a bit there. Maybe just a bit. Willow said there was a special name for it Couldn't play at all.

Finally I gave up and got a new guitar when the weekend rolled around. Grumbling softly to himself Xander continued, "I guess it beats out coulrophobia.

Something mean, dangerous, and hungry. Xander heard it and received a mental flash of gym class and dodgeball much to his confusion. I'm assuming we aren't talking about the week of weird, here.

Where was the firing squad when he needed them? Why did he ever think he meant anything to that crazy woman? He did not want to go into the mess that was his love life right now Was she still running?

She seemed so scared and vulnerable that last night, and he thought he saw in her eyes, something special, something You know how Faith would talk about the two H's.

Hungry and horny, and she wasn't picky about who she used to sate those desires. Such a good word for the slayer now doing such a wonderful impression of a vegetable.

Xander honestly did not know how he felt about that. He'd rather not think about the whole thing. Selective use of Sunnydale Syndrome?

Yes please, and with a side order of fries. It was marginally higher pitched, and filled with far too much emotion. Buffy was always good at layering what she felt into a verbal bullets.

If I had known How much had she heard? Well, best to scrub up and get ready to hug it all away. If only they had some cookies.

That had been the one thing Ted had been good for, cookies that made you forget all the wild and crazy badness. You made sure of that. I did.

The armoire was filled with clothing. Dresses, shirts, and skirts were neatly nestled within the beautifully carved piece of furniture and unless she was mistaken more than half was designer.

A much smaller portion looked like it was fresh from the seamstress. Soooo evil. He's gone beyond the traditional candy bribes.

He watched as Buffy pulled out a camisole and held it up to her towel wrapped body, thoughtful. Buffy whirled and looked at Willow who was petting the soft yarn of a yellow and pink sweater she'd found.

Her friend's lips were pursed and her eyes tight. I mean And yet he has these tailored clothes all ready To be able to get all this for them in what little time had passed since they had first met the vampire in the woods meant one of two things, either he had ridiculous power and influence or he had been watching them and preparing for their arrival into his territory.

Neither of which appealed to the shrunk teenagers. Well, they did, but clothing that had been worn to graduation remained the same and had swamped their much smaller frames.

She'd expected to go out with a bang and painted on pants. Sex and Glory. Not turn into a midget that got into her big sister's closet. Might as well.

Satisfied, she draped the spaghetti strap top over her arm and began rifling through the bottoms just as a loud knock echoed through the room.

She had hoped to put things off, forever if possible, but life had stopped being nice ever since destiny decided to come calling. If only invitations could keep that at bay.

Buffy sighed and headed back to the bathroom to change. Willow went to stand behind the beds, Buffy's crossbow within reach by her feet, and Xander went to move the chair.

Jason hadn't been sure what to expect of the kids. He was supposed to be spending time with them, learning about their personalities and what they liked, things that Jean-Claude could use to endear the children to him.

Richard didn't approve, but until he sorted out the mess with all the other shifters running around he didn't really have an alternative to offer and every argument he could come up with was soundly drummed down by the vampire.

Sometimes, Jason really hated his job. Stuck between an Ulfric and a Master was not the most comfortable place to be, but he was, and now he had babysitting duty.

So here he was, standing outside the door, listening to the distinct rustling of something heavy being pushed aside. The door opened. Jason gave his best lady killer smile at the boy staring at him with deep brown eyes.

Jason entered the room and his beast shifted uneasily within him. Tension, meet butter knife. The little werewolf was watching and his eyes were not human.

He smiled at the little witch. She was adorable, and when he caught her eyes with a smile she blushed and looked away while fiddling with something by her wrist.

What could she The blonde stripper looked up as the bathroom door opened and with it came a wave of controlled apprehension and hostility.

Her clothing fit better, short kapris and a halter top, he couldn't imagine her hiding anything on her. He didn't know what it was, probably wouldn't be lethal to him, but why risk the pain?

Sure that attitude had been hilarious when directed at Jean-Claude, but not so much when it was pointed at him.

He's still dead. Past noon. Vampires are always dead. We're underground, it's not like the sun is going to turn him into Mr.

Or does he not want to talk to us? He won't be awake until at least around twilight. He doesn't wake up before then.

The wolf watched as something seemed to click in the girl's head. She smiled, and though it was full of sweetness and good things, her eyes were predatory.

So he His beast was agitated and he didn't know why. He needed to move. The two boys had picked out a few things and were marching into the bathroom.

The younger wolf sent him one last glare in silent warning before closing the door. Just Jason and the girls.

He could do this. He had women eating out of He knew people. He knew how to read people. Her face blared the bright red of embarrassment.

A crack in the armor. Then the boys returned dressed plainly in solid colors and multiple layers. Wolf eyes stared into wolf eyes, and Jason found his beast sitting up as heat wafted off his skin like steam.

Fuck, he shouldn't be doing this! He had better control than this! The scent of blood and violence filled his nostrils. This was a kid!

A howl echoed ghostly in his ears. Even if he did have the potential to be Jason's Alpha the sheer fact of his youth would have prevented it!

Beasts matched the people who carried them: a fully grown beast did not inhabit a child! There was a sharp pressure in Jason's mind and he looked away.

Damn, damn, and double damn. When he looked back the dominate wolf, because no matter what he looked like that was no pup, was standing beside the witch and playing with her hair as if nothing had happened.

Jason gave an internal moan. This was going to be a harder job than he thought. Someone in the hallway laughed, but it was filled with something heavier than amusement.

They were in some kind of kitchen area, had yet to be led out of the underground complex, and were currently being fattened up like pigs to the slaughter.

A morbid thought, and though they were surrounded by pretty things and pretty people, the little witch couldn't shake it.

They didn't know what their captors wanted. Maybe they needed a young witch and friends for some strange vampire ritual? A blood sacrifice nobody would miss?

A game of Twister? She'd reached out with her power, a tiny mental probe the equivalent of a hello among witches and warlocks back home, and got back something wild but small and hesitant.

She didn't want to look at him despite his pretty purple-y eyes and his tempting, silky hair. He reminded her of herself.

Beaten down, shy, willing to do anything to keep people happy. To be accepted. Willow ran a hand through her own red tinted locks, though hers was more blood colored than his and still damp from its washing.

Cut in defiance, a statement, and it was going to stay that way. She was not a doll to be dressed up, not a social experiment. She was not a placeholder, or a tool to be brought and used to save the popular crowd from their own idiocy.

She was a person. Self proclaimed geek and budding witch! Lilac eyes drifted over to her where she sat and Willow jerked her head back down to examine the table.

And tangles easy. And takes forever to brush or dry, I known mine did, and what if he's in art class and it gets all in the paint-and-paint-goes-everywhere-and-" A warm hand took hold of hers, stilling them, and she blushed as her mouth clicked shut.

Jason and his friend were looking at her questioningly. Not that I doubt your expertise here, but I wasn't talking about Mr. Kitty Fantastico.

He stood up and stretched for a bowl of pudding causing Buffy to narrow her eyes and slide the cherry pie she'd claimed for herself closer. Never get between a Summers woman and her sugar.

You might lose a body part. Willow swallowed the last of her donut and peeked at the two shape shifters.

They were talking in hushed voices, she couldn't hear them, but the cat did not look pleased. Oz's gaze flicked over to the other therianthropes for a second before shrugging.

They're being pretty careful about the volume He was smiling happily. His companion was not, but he didn't make much of an effort to tell them anything.

She probably should have chewed more. The blond wolf blinked at them, his mouth quirking in a smile that was breathtaking, and spoke.

You kids ate all that? What are you, black holes? Buffy sniffed as if insulted, and Oz replied with a delicate shrug. One of the others entered the room, all professionalism, and whispered something to Jason.

It didn't make him happy, but he plastered a smile on anyway. Shoes, what do you say we get out of here for a bit and head to the mall?

They're open later on weekends. Her teeth tainted red with bits of fruity flesh resembling so much blood. She hated not knowing. Entering the mall left Buffy with a feeling of being torn in two.

On the one hand it was The Mall, land of bargains and bounty. On the other, though they were being extremely circumspect about it and she wouldn't have noticed most of tails without Oz and Xander, the scoobies were being herded like cattle.

And she wasn't a cow in any sense of the word no matter what some jealous people might say. So, what to do? Their babysitter, because Buffy was one hundred percent positive she could upend that trashcan and wipe the floor with the big not-so-bad wolf anytime of the month, was doing a great impression of a sheepdog as he walked behind them in his too-tight pants and a shirt so sheer it left little to the imagination.

What was his deal? Was he so used to dressing like a, Buffy blushed at the thought, that it just didn't occur to him to put on something normal people wore?

The slayer shrugged deeper into her leather jacket and inhaled. Looking about at all the shops made her want to bounce around.

People walked back and forth and for the first time in a while she didn't feel self-conscious about her appearance. Instead she felt self-conscious from the eyes she could feel but not see.

Where oh where did her inner Fiesta Queen go? They dodged around a kiosk selling hair care products, Buffy was tempted to stop and make the woman with the bright red lipstick curl her hair, but she needed shoes.

There was a department store on the west end of the shopping center that had possibilities. Lots of racks, lots of people, lots of space. Good, if not great, ladies footwear selection.

The blonde wanted to hurry and run for the place. She was a full grown adult! Sort of. She didn't need babysitters, especially babysitters that were in some vampire's pocket.

As they passed by a Game-Stop Buffy glanced over at Oz. He looked weird with a baseball cap on and yet he wore it like he was born to it. Did nothing ever phase him?

So that was a yes. She looked around while pretending to peer in the windows, and the valley girl inside her gave a loud squeal at a particularly nice silk top, but managed to catch sight of a normal appearing man reading a magazine.

Five minutes ago, he had been reading that same magazine at the bookstore Xander had detoured them through in search of comics.

The brunette in question suddenly turned around and barked something at Oz, and there was that funny little smirk on his lips that he got when he thought of something suitably embarrassing, to which the werewolf responded in that same weird language.

Willow watched it all with a curious expression on her face as she shrugged her shoulders at Buffy's questioning glance. Oz faced her. The store that has sold everything from houses to human souls.

Just don't tell the civilians that: they tend to be a little jumpy about the demon-clientele in the back. Although, did this dimension have demons as she knew them?

The only circus people she'd met were the ones at the actual circus Still, she'd been wanting to head over there anyway. DSW just had too many open spaces for her taste.

She skipped on over to Jason, poor schmuck, and tugged at his hand to draw his attention away from her boys. Can we go to the department store? Jason rushed over in an eye-blink and grabbed her under the armpits to plop her back down on her feet; his face resembled that of a heart attack victim.

We can do that. Oz let out a low, barely audible growl. The hand left as if burned. Buffy giggled. She couldn't help it. These guys had no idea what they were messing with.

Spinning in a circle she gestured. Lots of people. Lots of distractions Rafael had been little help. He had returned her call, finally, and assured her that they were doing all they could for the escapees but without a complete list from St.

Peters they could not be sure they had everyone. His information about the missing pint-sized criminal masterminds was lackluster at best. They were, he claimed, safe.

For the moment. He would do his best to keep them that way as would all the Rodere. Her hand beat an irritated staccato against the steering wheel as her eyes darted to the clock blinking away the time.

She should probably get that fixed. Her thoughts tumbled one after another chasing each other in a circle of annoyed anger and frustration. As much as she did for the preternatural community, she was not a shifter.

She was a human servant and a Federal Marshall, he claimed, and it would be her duty to report the children and the missing shifters. It was a position he was not willing to put her in.

Richard had been little better though he did let slip, and it was an honest slip as she could feel the hate and frustration projected through the phone line, that the kids were in a dark, damp, crypt of a circus.

There was only one circus that could be described as a crypt, to her knowledge, though she wouldn't have called it damp. Perhaps a little dark, but that was all part of the ambiance.

I'm going to send hot silver straight up his ass and see how his vampire healing takes it. Tread marks marred the pavement as her jeep squealed out and her grip on the wheel tightened.

Her eyes darted to the rearview mirror and the pumpkin orange sky. She mentally compiled her To Do List. Animator's Inc. Get Bert to shuffle around Appointments, Except for Kristine Case.

Try to reschedule. No one else in the office can do it. Call Dolph about getting that patient list for Rafael.

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When he raised his middle finger she reached for her Firestar and jabbed it at the window with a glare that could melt steel.

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Check Out. You gotta check out. Not only do we have to worry about things like deadly diseases that are spread by having sex, but women run the risk of getting pregnant every time we have sex with a man.

Usually, when women have playful sex and they don't want babies because of it, they take special medication that keeps them from getting pregnant, or have the man slip a condom on his cock, though I prefer bareback.

But because of the risk of disease, you should ONLY have sex with people you know and trust. Claire begun to worry as she watched Sherry looking at the floor and her face starting to turn red.

Aren't you feeling well? Sherry begun to fidget on Claire's lap and she remained silent for several long seconds. She suddenly stopped fidgeting, and turned her face away from the floor to stare Claire directly into her eyes.

Make me feel like I'm going to explode in pleasure? Make me feel like that one special person? In Voyeur Control, the tapping digit flopped bonelessly onto the keyboard, almost as though in shock.

The screens suddenly switched cameras, and each monitor displayed the same live feed of rookie officer Leon Kennedy, now in Chief Irons' office, lying naked on his former-future boss' desk.

On either side of him were Ada Wong and Amy Warren, both standing on opposite sides of him and completely nude while they gave his cock a double tit-job, both women giving the young stud expressions of absolute adoration and shameless lust.

The long pale fingers paused for a moment as the scene played out, both women moaning his name erotically as his cum shot several feet into the air to splatter on their large jugs and faces in a half-dozen long, thick splurts.

It took several more moments for the fingers to return to the keyboard, and more yet to finally return to the boutique feed. The owner of those fingers hadn't seen such a magnificent male orgasm since they were a teenager, after all.

And the rookie cop DID have a nice looking dick. Clare stared open-mouthed at the young near-teen on her lap, unable to speak for several seconds.

Once her mental circuit breaker reset itself, she asked, "W-w-w-wwhy would you ask me that? Sherry lips curled into a mysterious smile.

You talk about me a lot, too. Claire's throat suddenly begun to feel very dry and constricted, and her hands had quickly become cold and clammy.

In Voyeur Control, nimble fingers tapped on the keyboard keys rapidly until only four monitors displayed the scene in the boutique. The other monitors instead displayed recordings taken of Sherry and Claire taken throughout their time together throughout the fully wired and camera-friendly city, scanning for such an event.

When the brunette biker co-ed didn't react she continued, "Teach me the pleasure points of both men and women. Pull and pinch my little pink 'titties'.

Shove your middle-finger up my tiny asshole and finger fuck me Claire barely even heard Sherry speak, all she heard were her own thoughts as they echoed within her head.

Have I really talked about doing things to her in my sleep? I - I know I have looked at her in ways I shouldn't have, thinking about all I could do with, no TO her, even enjoying it when she moved herself in my arms so I would bash my hands into her soft sex Claire's body begun to tremble and heat as she felt sweat bead on her forehead and within her clothes.

Clothes which were getting tighter and tighter with every new drop of sweat. My God, what have I been thinking? She's a CHILD!

I can't do anything with a child now that I'm over the age of legal consent! I mean, I just can't, period! No matter how hot woman-on- kid sex is!

Claire felt her heart beat harder and faster, her breath coming faster and shorter. She felt her pulse as it pounded to the beat of her heart through her extremities, felt her clit throb in sync with her beating heart, felt her nostrils flare as her body demanded more oxygen.

Clare felt a quick shock-like flame shoot through her body and her pussy suddenly flood with moisture.

Claire's eyes widened with a start. I just had a mini-orgasm Am I a pedophile? Wait, of course I am, dumb question.

I mean, I've fucked dozens upon dozens of little boys before, so yeah: pedophile. Claire finally noticed that Sherry had stopped talking, and she snapped herself from her inner monologue to find Sherry's face directly in front of her own.

With a surprised yelp Claire fell backward out of her chair and took both it and Sherry with her, landing on her back with Sherry straddled on her stomach.

Claire stared at her young ward in surprise and confusion while Sherry stared back with a curious expression on her face. Claire suddenly felt a very pleasant sensation, and glanced downward to see Sherry's hands squishing her breasts and rubbing her VERY prominent nipples through her tight skinsuit.

Claire simply gawked and watched Sherry feel her up. Within her mindscape, Claire's Instinct waged war against her eternal rival, Reason.

Instinct, who appeared as a pink-haired Claire clad in the proud uniform of a sex slave circa Princess Leia, swung her chipped broadsword at Reason's stomach.

Only to watch in dismay as her heavily armored if one considered a breast plate bra, gauntlets, and greaves Instinct dodged left as she twisted the blade right, dodging Reason's thrumming beam sabre by the barest of millimeters.

They both cartwheeled in opposite directions and came to their feet several yards from one another. This had been a battle the two had waged ever since their "Claire Prime" had noticed that Sherry possessed a very fine ass.

Instinct declared her intention to tap that ass. Reason, for some reason, had a problem with that notion. After numerous battles, Reason was nearly unscathed while Instinct was covered in multitudes of bleeding cuts, burns, and bruises, and had several broken bones and likely a concussion.

In other words, Claire had suppressed her Instinct like the Fist of God throwing multitudes of blows from Thor's fabled hammer, Mjolnir. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning ripped the sky asunder and flashed before the barely dressed Instinct.

When both mind-Claire's visions returned, they saw Instinct holding a star-topped, phallic-shaped "Magical Girl Transformation Rod" in her hand. Before Reason could attempt to intervene, Instinct raised the star-topped dong above her head and cried,.

A pink pillar of pure power descended from the sky and surrounded the battered Instinct, causing the scraps she called a uniform to disintegrate and reveal her perfection.

Iridescent transparent ribbons suddenly appeared from the aether and wrapped around Instinct's arms, legs, and just barely over her privates as her body healed before a helpless Reason's eyes.

The ribbons solidified into Instinct admired her newly healed and nicely ribbon-wrapped form for several moments. She then focused her eyes, blazing with the fires of a raging, lusting inferno on her nemesis.

Reason brought its beam sabre up to full power and held it before her groin. Instinct brought its phallic rod to her own groin and concentrated.

A heartbeat later a pink beam sabre swelled forth. The two stared each other down before they charged, and sparks flew as their weapons clashed.

After several clashes Instinct leaped away. Reason opted not to follow, sensing that it was a trap. Instinct smirked and struck a pose reminiscent of a crane about to kick.

Reason lowered her guard, trying to figure-out why her enemy would take such a ridiculous stance.

Then, Instinct suddenly shouted,. Instinct soared high into the air as the ground shook, knocking Reason onto her completely fuckable ass if she'd ever get the stick out of it first.

Instinct vanished, and suddenly found herself teleported into the command booth of the Giga-TentaXord. She looked down at her prone rival and got an idea.

A very Before Reason could blink, she found herself bound by her limbs and held in midair by several of the Xord's slimy mechon tentacles.

She looked down and saw several tentacles approach her firmly held body and, negligently and effortlessly, stripped her of her armor in a matter of seconds Her eyes widened in both horror and expectancy as three extra slimy tentacles approached her helpless body.

Both she and the main consciousness that was "Claire Prime" shared the same thought simultaneously Claire placed her hands behind Sherry's head, and softly kissed her on her lips, penetrating Sherry's mouth with her tongue.

Sherry leaned into her first kiss with Claire, welcoming and sucking on the powerful invader and returned her hands to Claire's breasts.

Claire and Sherry kissed until the need to breathe became an issue for her new young lover. Slowly their lips parted, a long strand of saliva following her tongue from Sherry's velvety lips.

Claire kissed and suckled the youth just under Sherry's earlobe eliciting a shuddered gasp from the tween. She then kissed her way down Sherry's thin neck along her carotid artery, allowing her saliva to drool from her mouth.

Sherry shuddered from these stimuli, and removed her hands from Claire's breasts to touch her own small mounds. Claire realized what Sherry was doing, and stepped away to watch the girl fondle herself.

As soon as Sherry's breathing became a heavy, lust-filled pant, she said, "Okay Honey, here's the deal: I'll show you what it's like to be pleasured, IF you pleasure me too.

Claire hedged for a moment, then continued, "I-I know that what we are doing now isn't right according to most people, and what we WILL be doing even more s-so I want you to know that too, okay Honey?

It's illegal, and it's also considered immoral by many, many people. So this is our secret, okay Sherry? Once again in Voyeur Control, the slender pale hand with the perfect nails hovered over the top of the keyboard in indecision, before tapping a key marked RECORD.

After a few moments it dropped away entirely. The only sound heard thereafter was the squeak of a metal office chair and the ruffling of clothing.

This is as much about having fun as it is everything else. Which means I want you to do whatever feels good, and tell me if I do something that feels bad.

I'll be doing the same, so don't worry about messing up or anything. Claire giggled, "When it's consensual and open, it's really hard to fuck-up at fucking anyways, okay?

Claire smiled lovingly and longingly into her temporary ward's big blue eyes, then gently grasped Sherry's soft hands and placed them back onto her shapely breasts.

Sherry immediately got the message and started to fondle and rub them again, enjoying how squishy they felt as she fantasized about how her own tits would grow-in someday.

Claire returned her lips to Sherry's neck and cupped her small breasts through her incredibly sexy teddy.

Claire squeezed her small breasts, making Sherry gasp in pleasure. Though Sherry's tits barely fit in the palm of her hands, Claire marveled at how firm they were.

Claire kept playing with Sherry's young tits while she licked her tongue down her neck and onto Sherry's right shoulder.

Claire slowly slid out of her chair and laid Sherry on her back atop the well-carpeted floor, herself above the young girl, her lips never leaving Sherry's perfect tender flesh.

Once she reached the flimsy halter strap, she gnawed at the offensive flimsy cloth with her teeth until it tore in half. Shoulders exposed, Claire agonizingly slowly kissed and licked her way down Sherry's flat chest.

Once she reached the single tied ribbon loosely bowed under her flat breasts she deftly fwipped the ribbon open. Claire reluctantly removed Sherry's hands from her breasts so as to lift back on Sherry's teddy straps and turned it inside-out until it fell to the junction of her smooth legs to reveal the treasures they once hid.

Claire gazed upon Sherry's prenubile body hungrily, from her small pink buds atop her breasts down to the very top of her soft, scant blonde pubic hair below.

Only her maidenhood remained covered, and then only barely, by a very thin weave of silk and lace. Sherry, a little nervous and a lot eager, parted her legs for Claire and revealed a deep dark stain of excitement at her juncture.

Claire smiled before she leaned down and took one of her tiny nubs between her puckered lips, then sucked.

Sherry's voice caught as Claire flicked and sucked relentlessly at her young nipple, until finally her sensitive fleshy future milk-provider engorged with blood and hardened.

Claire kept suction on her tit as she leaned back, her lips releasing almost with an audible pop. She pulled Sherry upright and pulled the teddy by its chewed straps up to her ears Sherry winced as several seams at her crotch popped as the lace weave dug into her baby fat pussy and ass Sherry's eyes crossed as Claire bounced her up and down, her ass never quite hitting the carpet, the rough fabric rubbing harshly and almost directly on her barely concealed clit.

Suddenly the seams gave way, the lingerie tore in half at the crotch, and Sherry dropped with a hard smack onto the floor completely free of the formerly sexy garment.

Claire glanced at the garment in mild dismay, then shrugged and tossed the teddy halves aside. Claire took a moment to admire the young sexual creature sitting on the floor before her.

Sherry's legs were thin, but long and muscular in the way a barely-pubescent child's legs wont to be. Her eyes slowly roamed upward, taking a good long moment to admire Sherry's puffy vulva before she realized that the girl actually had started developing hips.

She smiled at the thought of what Sherry would look like knocked-up with triplets, both now and how she envisioned the girl to look when a little older.

Claire's eyes caught on Sherry's navel, a rather wide circle that was both neither an innie nor an outie, and noted with approval that her body was already starting to slim at her waist.

She roamed her eyes up further along Sherry's abdomen and chest, noting with a critical eye that the girl was only barely large enough for a training bra, and that her pink nipples were barely the size of dimes.

Without intending to, her eyes dipped lower again to stare at the very few, wispy pubic hairs between Sherry's legs. Sherry watched Claire's eyes devour her in slight amusement which grew as the older woman went back to looking at her pussy.

With a smirk she laid onto her back and carefully swung her legs back towards her shoulders, but only managing it three quarters of the way.

She wrapped her arms around her thighs quickly to keep them in place, then both spread her legs a little at the same time as she pried her pussy open with her index and middle fingers.

Claire's eyes widened as she stared into Sherry's pussy. With her outer labia stretched away, Claire could finally see just how sopping wet the girl was for her, which caused Claire to suddenly shudder in another mini-gasm.

She watched in unabashed hunger as Sherry's thin fingers crawled into her bright pink vaginal opening and stretched her folds open even further.

Drooling at the mouth, Claire stared into Sherry's sex for several long moments before she found her voice to ask, "What happened to your hymen?

Sherry shrugged nonchalantly. Had to have one of the staff doctors tell me why I was bleeding down there, which was embarrassing, but they wouldn't tell me what the hymen or the hole was all about, stating it was 'up to my parents' to tell me.

Sherry thought for a moment, then nodded as she came to a conclusion of some sort. I masturbate Claire cupped her own crotch with her left hand and ground her fingers along the fly of her jean shorts.

Sherry continued to pump her middle finger in and out of her pussy. Claire laughed. Now, when you push in and out, twist your wrist slightly Sherry's vision suddenly went slightly fuzzy as her pussy felt a sensation that was more intense than anything she'd ever brought upon herself before.

She felt her fingers become at first damp, then positively drenched in her pussy juices, just slightly more than her hair from sweat.

Now, put your thumb down on your pussy Now slide it up towards your tummy Now, your clit looks like it wants to come out and play, too, so push down and slide your thumbnail just a little higher The instant Sherry's thumbnail scraped along her clit she came hard, her body wracked in convulsions that more resembled an epileptic fit more than anything else.

After the first initial explosion went through her, she redoubled her finger speed and pressure as she rubbed at her clit like mad with her thumb, her index finger of her left hand being bitten in an effort to keep quiet.

Claire watched in both wonder and barely restrained lust as the twelve-year-old brought herself to a series of rolling orgasms for just over four minutes.

Eventually the young girl's fingers finally slid out of her pussy, her hand flopping bonelessly to the floor beside her while her legs did the same below.

While the girl tried to catch her breath in multiple deep gulps of air and wiped her sweat-soaked brow with her left hand, Claire captured Sherry's right and quickly sucked her fingers dry.

Claire closed her eyes and smiled at the flavor, reminding her of her own pussy juice when she was Sherry's age. After several deep gulps of air the young blonde girl took back her arm and wearily pushed herself up onto her elbows, heedless of the fact that her legs were lewdly out-stretched before her.

Claire started giggling. Ready to find out? How should we start this for you I know! Let's start off by letting you do Wide-eyed, Sherry stared up into Claire's eyes in abject disbelief.

Claire's giving me carte-blanche permission to perv on her however I want? I don't believe it!! Finally she squeaked-out, " What?

Claire smirked at the surprised preteen as she sat up onto her knees. Well, what I want you to do is explore me. Touch me wherever you want to touch me, however you want to touch me.

Strip me, suck me, spank me, stick your fingers or toes inside places, spread me open and look inside, diddle your tongue on my urethra Eyes wide Sherry shyly nodded her head.

Hesitating for just a moment, Sherry reached out and cupped, then squeezed, the college girl's left thigh over her skin suit.

Claire nodded, a little weirded out by the odd part of her body that Sherry had decided to first grope at her. And I love having sex.

Almost nothing is better than having a nice hard cock in my pussy. Sherry hummed in reply. She slid her hands up and around until she was groping Claire's ass.

Claire faintly smiled as she felt tingles of pleasure on her skin. I love having my ass touched," she whispered. She was disappointed when Sherry almost immediately abandoned her well-toned shapely butt only to quickly unfasten and unzip the fly of her tiny shorts.

She felt her butt cheeks press into the palms and fingers of the young girl, before she pulled her cheeks apart and lifted them, then released for her ass to jiggle back into position.

Claire felt Sherry repeat this twice more before she felt her butt suddenly slapped. Sherry smacked the same cheek again before she switched to her other cheek.

Oh God that feels good She turned slightly and dropped to her elbows, her ass stuck in their air. Sherry rubbed her cheeks for a moment after to work out the stinging sensation before delivering yet another smack that left Claire panting.

Sherry, emboldened by Claire's positive responses her her groping and playing, slid her middle finger along the crack of Claire's ass until she reached her asshole, then pushed her middle finger in to her second knuckle.

And look at how stretchy it is! Claire's eyes rolled back into her sockets as her eyelids fluttered. Sherry gently probed Claire's ass with her finger, her other hand slipping over to one of the woman's hanging breasts.

Sherry stared in surprise as the crotch to Claire's suit suddenly darkened dramatically. I need you to fuck me now I need to feel your fingers inside me, Baby.

I need you inside me now! I wonder how stretchy your suit is? Claire's eyes crossed as Sherry suddenly shoved her first two fingers deeply into her snatch though her skin suit, then cried out as Sherry suddenly slapped her breast with her free hand.

I mean, you have the perfect ass, your have tits that would make a gay man cry, you have perfect legs, perfect hips and waist Do you have any idea how many times I've cum since I started groping you, Claire!?

Nine times! Sherry glanced at Claire's face, and saw that the woman's eyes had lolled back almost entirely and crossed, her tongue partially hanging out of her grinning mouth, all while her body bucked against Sherry's fingers.

While still finger-fucking the woman through her suit, Sherry reached up to Claire's collar. She fumbled for a bit until she found the tiny well-hidden zipper, then slowly drew it open.

She watched, her mouth salivating, as Claire's cleavage slowly revealed itself to her feasting eyes, her breasts flopping further to either side without the pressure and restriction of the closed suit to keep them together in place, then unzipped further It felt to her like it could possibly go a bit further down still, but the way it stopped told her that there might be something wrong with the zipper there, like it was caught on something, and she didn't want to risk damaging something that turned her on so much.

Besides, every time she shoved her fingers into Claire's cunt, the zipper was pulled down past Claire's urethra opening.

And every time she pulled her fingers out it went back up again. Not only was it a fun effect to watch, but it got Claire blabbering again as the zipper ran across her clit hood over and over again.

Sherry suddenly slipped her right hand under the suit and continued to finger-fuck Claire, this time directly into her pussy, while her left hand all-but mauled Claire's right breast, which was certain to leave bruises.

Come on Claire, your pussy is splashing it's juices everywhere and I'm half soaked. Cum already, your big titted bitch, you're the one getting off from getting finger-fucked by a twelve-year-old girl, you're the one mewing and gagging for release, you're the one with her legs so spread out a team of linebackers could take position in front of them.

Get off on me, let a little girl make you cum so hard you cry! That's it Sherry ripped her fingers from Claire's cunt as the woman finally came, tears streaming from her clenched eyes as she groaned, her pussy squirting release against the crotch of her well-stretched skinsuit.

A bit of the fluid somehow managed to seep through in several weak flows, but most of her fluids either splashed out around her pussy or was forced upwards and past the open zipper.

Claire's hips bucked at the air, her stomach clenching and undulating, as though she were still being fucked by a champion cock for over a minute before her orgasm begun to wind down.

Which had caused her body, arched like a bow string, to collapse to the sopping wet carpet below. Even before Claire fully caught her breath she sat up, saw Sherry between her legs grinning like a Cheshire Cat, then suddenly pounced and straddled the smaller form.

Though her eyes were looking towards her, Sherry couldn't state for certain if they were actually looking at her. That, and Claire looked rather manic at the moment, especially how sweaty and mussed her hair was.

Claire suddenly shot forward and crushed her lips against Sherry's, kissing her with passion and fever.

Claire's hands roamed all over her young lover, almost but not quite pawing at the girl. Eventually she grabbed firm hold of Sherry and flopped onto her back, taking Sherry with her to lay atop her stomach.

With one hand she kept a firm hold on the back of Sherry's head to keep their lips together, while her other hand groped and slapped her ass.

Sherry was just able to get her hands between their breasts, which she then pinched Claire's hard nipples with her nails. Sherry's eyes widened as she felt Claire stiffen, then suddenly shudder and convulse underneath her.

She waited for the woman to calm down a bit before she patted the woman's cheek "Hey, you sane in there yet, Claire?

It took Claire a moment to realize what was going on, not to mention where and with whom. What happened?

Sherry leaned back to sit on Claire's tone stomach, giggled, then started laughing. Between breathes and bouts of laughter Sherry briefly explained that Claire had, for all intents and purposes, went temporarily insane with lust.

Claire gaped at the girl on top of her as she told her what happened, which eventually brought in the giggles in her, too. As she giggled she shrugged out of the suit in full, until it was bunched up around one of her ankles.

Claire grinned a canary-eating grin, then quickly helped Sherry to turn around so her back was facing her. She then pulled the girl by her thighs up to and past her breasts until her pussy was directly over her face, then directed the girl to lay forward until Sherry's face was all-but over Claire's seeping pussy.

I promise you'll feel really good REALLY quickly," Claire purred. Though she had to stretch ever-so-slightly, Sherry found her entire world view filled by Claire's wet and slightly quivering pussy directly below her.

Claire hesitated for a moment. Not because she was having second thoughts about sucking the holy shit out of her beloved ward's cooter.

Rather, she just wanted to stop and enjoy the view a moment. Sherry's pussy was still puffy from baby fat and, due to this, the cleft of her sex seemed to almost join the crack of her ass.

Her sandy-blonde pubic hair, which only grew on her mound above her lips at this point, was sparse and fine.

She grazed the pad of her index finger over the top of the hairs and found they felt soft and feathery, just as her own used to when she was younger and before she took to shaving it off.

Now she just waxed it all off whenever she got the chance. Most men she'd fucked loved bald pussies because it made her look so much more youthful, while little boys just thought pubic hair was gross.

Her eyes roamed upward slightly, and she marveled and the perfection of Sherry's sex. She could make out just a small bump of her clit hood at the very top of her slit, but otherwise her pussy was almost a perfect single slit.

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