Date: Thu, 02 Apr 2015 19:33:48 -0700
From: Carole Unwin <csunwin@yandex.com>
Subject: Juicy Little Tart

JUICY LITTLE TART

by cs.unwin

Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or
if your under 21 please stop reading.

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Ever since I can remember I have needed to be the centre of attention. I
always wanted to be noticed. I was that girl who from a very early age
liked to try on her mother's clothing, jewellery, and make-up, and parade
around so everyone noticed how pretty I looked.

I also loved trying on mothers knickers. My mother had a lot of very sexy
underwear, see through bra's, thong panties, and even some crotchless
panties. At the time I thought these panties were missing their crotch so
as to enable my mother to pee more easily, especially when wearing a dress
or a skirt. Being caught wearing her crotchless panties earned me a slap on
the bottom from my mother and this stern warning:

"Girls should under no circumstances ever show anyone their private parts."

I asked her why not, and answer was simply: "they are your parts and they
are private."

If private parts were so private, why did she have knickers that showed off
her privates? I decided that because mother made up this rule only to be
mean to me. And if that were the case then I would be justified in
disobeying her whenever I had the chance.

I became very good at showing off my privates 'accidentally-on-purpose'. I
would wear dresses without knickers, or baggy shorts without knickers. I
let would let my dress ride up my thighs, or sit with my legs open. I
discovered that most girls and boys would stare at my privates whenever
they had the chance, and pretend they were not looking. Grown-ups
especially liked to stare. I became very good at noticing when others were
peeking. And if someone did say something I would pretend to be embarrassed
and act as if it were an innocent mistake. This worked when I was a little
girl, but as I got older it became harder to pretend I was naive.

When I was 6 years old I began gymnastics. Being the best gymnast in my
class meant I received a lot of attention and also medals. I really loved
wearing skin-tight leotards because they left little to the imagination. I
noticed that a lot of the spectators would look at my pussy, especially
when I was doing splits. I was happy to have found a way to show my
privates for which no one could fault or criticize me.

I used to spent a lot of time in front of the mirror; I suppose all girls
do. I think I did more than most. I liked to look at myself wearing
different clothes; I also like to look at myself naked. I was pretty happy
about how I looked naked, except that I wished I could have had nice boobs
like my mother and older girls. I especially liked looking at my pussy. I
liked looking at it from the front and also from underneath. I found that
by opening my legs and holding a mirror below I could see what my pussy
really looked like. When I told my best friend this she said what I was
doing was gross. I didn't agree; I was very curious and I liked that my
pussy was all pink and shiny inside and had little different parts to
it. By holding a mirror underneath I could even see my poo hole, which is
kind of gross but also funny.

When I was 8 or 9 I discovered that it felt really good touching the little
flap of skin at the top of my slit. Later I learned this was my
clitoris. If I licked my finger and rubbed myself there for a while I would
get a nice tingly feeling. I began to rub myself every day, and over time
the feelings got stronger. One day I was rubbing myself and a strong
feeling came over me. The tingling turned into a much stronger
sensation. It felt like I really needed to pee and then suddenly everything
went kind of dark. I learned later that this had been my first orgasm. The
next day I tried again and got the same nice feeling. From then on I
started masturbating every day, and sometimes more often.

I was curious about the hole I had under the place my pee came out. I
learned this was called my vagina. Around the same time I started
masturbating, I found I could push my finger inside. It felt soft and
squishy, like the inside of my mouth, but much tighter. After experimenting
I discovered that by poking my finger in and out of my vagina, my orgasm
would come faster and stronger. I tried the same with my poop hole. It felt
different and tighter, and not as comfortable. I found that by wiggling my
finger inside my bum hole while rubbing my clitoris gave me a different
kind of orgasm, not as good as the other way, but still nice.

This story starts when I was 11, the year I became sexually active and
started having sex with older girls and women. Why women? At that point
several boys my age or older had touched my pussy and let me feel their
hard little boners, but I was more interested in pussies. I am not sure
why. Whenever I had the opportunity I would look at and touch the pussies
of girls my own age, but theirs were not very different from my own
pussy. They were just as small and hairless and like a little girl's as
mine. I knew that older girls and women grew hair between their legs and
that there were other changes, and I wanted to find out exactly what they
were. My first chance came with my babysitter Sandra.

Sandra was 17 and in her second last year of high school. She began to
babysit me when my parents started a course on `Relationships', which was
held two nights a week over a period of several months. Sandra was not the
most popular girl in school. She was pretty enough but she was overweight
and her boobs were quite small. I don't think she had many friends or a
boyfriend. She was very sweet and was always nice to me. I wanted her to
show me her pussy, but I was too shy to ask. So I made a plan.

One night when Sandra was babysitting me, I took a bath, combed my hair,
and put on my shortest nighty without panties. I went downstairs to the
living room to where Sandra was watching TV and fetched a small mat from
behind the couch. I then began doing some warm-up gymnastic exercises in
the middle of the room. Sandra kept watching TV but glanced in my direction
every now and then.

After warming-up I chose to perform a ballet exercise in which I stood on
one leg and lifted the other so that my ankle was almost touching my
ear. As I had expected, my nighty slid up around my waist and my 11 year
old hairless pussy was quite open and visible, and pointed directly in my
babysitter's direction. Sandra glanced my way and did a fast double-take. I
could see the surprise on her face. She quickly looked away but as I held
my position for about a minute, I noticed she kept peeking at my naked
young pussy. I repeated the position with my other leg. Sandra kept
stealing glances at me but pretended to watch the TV.

Next I went into a number of front and back splits. Sandra kept
peeking. The last exercise I did is called a reverse snail position. This
is where you lie on your back, use your shoulders and arms for support and
raise your legs over your head in a V-shape, perpendicular to the
floor. It's a really difficult position but I am a pretty good gymnast. The
effect was that my bare legs were splayed open and my pussy was pointed
right at Sandra. I kept this position for as long as possible. Sandra kept
looking and began crossing her legs and wriggling in her seat.

I stood up, put the mat away and went over to Sandra. I straddled her leg
and said to her:

"Sandra, I am so bored. Aren't you going to play with me. Play with me
Sandra! Please..."

Sandra was wearing a dress and no tights so her leg was bare. My legs were
on either side of hers' and my little pussy was pressed firmly against her
thigh. I complained again how bored I was and bounced on her leg a few
times and slid back and forth. Rubbing my pussy against her warm leg felt
really good.

"Please don't do that Chloe, it doesn't feel comfortable," Sandra said to
me in a pleading voice, but which lacked conviction. I knew I was having an
effect on her.

"OK, I'll stop," I said, and I threw myself on the couch, on top of her, my
back on her lap. My nighty had ridden up and my young thighs and privates
were on display for her. I looked up into her eyes. She was no longer
watching TV. Her attention was all on me now.

"Sandra, I saw you looking at my kitty while I was exercising. Do you think
it is pretty? Would you like to touch it?" I asked her.

I took her hand in mine and used it to rub my naked little gash. Sandra
tried to pull away but I held her tight.

"Please Sandra can you rub me? It feels so good when you do it," I said to
her.

"No Chloe, this isn't right," she said to me, trying to move her hand away
from me.

"I saw you looking at me Sandra. Why were you looking if you don't like
it?"

I put my head against her boob, and began nuzzling her with my lips. That
was the turning point, and I am sure that she had become as randy as I
was. Sandra moaned softly and her fingers caressed my little 11 year old
pussy without my help. Step one accomplished, but I really wanted to know
what her pussy looked like.

I knelt on the floor and pushed up her skirt. She was wearing plain blue
bikini style briefs.  I couldn't see if she had any hair so I began to tug
at her panties to pull them off. Sandra lifted her bottom and as I pulled
them down to her feet. I could now see she had a small patch of blonde hair
cresting her vulva. It did not cover her pussy lips which were as smooth
and pink as my own.

I reached out and began to stroke her just like when I play with
myself. Sandra moaned. She did not want me touching her but she was
powerless to stop. I could smell her pussy from where I was kneeling. I
could see the wetness gleaming on her lips and I really wanted to taste
her. I had tasted my own pussy when I was rubbing myself and I really liked
tasting my finger after I had put it into my cunt. I really wanted to know
what another pussy tasted like, so I took a chance and put my mouth on her.

"No please Chloe, don't do that. I'm not clean. Please, you musn't!" Sandra
cried out.

But her actions told a different story. Her hands gripped my hair and
pulled my head more tightly into her crotch. You couldn't have dragged me
away by because I had tasted her and I wanted more. I loved her taste; it
was a lot like the tast of my own pussy, but stronger and sweatier. It also
tasted a bit like she smelt. I used my tongue to try to suck up every last
drop, even pushed my tongue into her cunt to get at the juice that coming
out of her. Mostly I focused on licking her clit and that quickly gave her
a orgasm. I could tell she had cum by her moaning and the way her legs
twitched uncontrollably.

When she stopped panting quite so hard, I told her I wanted to see her tits
and lick them. Sandra took off her bra for me and I saw her bare breasts
for the very first time. They were quite small, but round and lovely. I had
been fantasizing about breasts for years and at last I had a real pair in
my hands. I clutched her lovely little boobs with my small hands and sucked
on her petite pink nipples. While I was doing this, Sandra lost her
inhibitions and she pulled off my nighty. She grabbed for where my breasts
would be if I actually had any and she rubbed and squeezed my small
nipples. Sandra then pushed me onto the couch, put her legs on either side
of my chest and started to lick my 11 year old pussy. At the same time she
moved her lower body over my head and pushed her own pussy into my face.

I was over the moon to feel her tongue on my privates. I thought of my
mother and guessed she would not think what I was doing was very
private. `This is so much better than masturbating' I thought to myself. A
tongue is so much better than fingers.

Sandra told me later what we were doing was called `69'. It was a bit hard
because I am small and she was taller me. My mouth could only reach her
bottom but it smelled OK, and I licked her bum hole. It did not taste dirty
and I enjoyed it. I could tell Sandra really liked it too, and she licked
my bottom. We had several orgasms together before my parents came home and
we had to stop our playing. Sandra told me that what we were doing was
called lesbian sex. She had never done it with a girl before either. I
looked up 'Lesbian' on the internet and discovered there were many girls
who liked lesbian sex. I made up my mind to try to meet some.

Sandra and I licked each others' pussies each time she came to babysit
me. Eventually my parent's course ended and our fucking became much less
frequent. I kept thinking a lot about lesbians. Much of what I found on the
internet was mostly porn, which was interesting, but not what I was looking
for. I found a video chat room for lesbians but realized that I was too
young for this and might get found out as under-age. I did find a City
Guide for Lesbians in my town which had all kinds of listings including
Health, Safety, and Social Services. It also listed a Gay and Lesbian
Advice Centre which happened to be very close to the gym where I practised
my gymnastics.

Not long after, my mother was delayed picking me up from the gym. She rang
and asked me to wait for her for about an hour. I decided to walk down the
street and pop into the lesbian advice centre. It was an office with a
nicely furnished waiting room and several grown-ups in it. I am not sure
what I expected, but I felt out of place being so young and left right
away. I walked out of the office and stood on the street for a moment,
deciding if I should go back to the gym or get a Frappucino at the cafe
nearby. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to see middle age
woman next to me. She looked like a bit of a hippy type; she wore sandals
and shapeless Indian cotton dress. She was full figured, more striking
looking than pretty, and definitely old in my eyes.

"I notice you walked into our office dear. I hope we did not frighten you
away. I was wondering if there is anything I can help you with?" She said
peering at me through a pair of granny-type spectacles.

I decided to her the truth. "I think I might be a lesbian, and I want to
meet other lesbians," I said.

"Oh my goodness," she said with a smile. "That's quite a big decision. I
think you are a very brave young lady. The advice centre cannot really help
you because you are a minor. I am very sorry," she said. "But if you have
time, we can have a chat and I might be able to answer some of your
questions, on a personal basis of course. Shall we go to Cafe Nero across
the street?"

"Yes please Miss," I replied.

"Call me Stella, dear," she said and led me across the street where we
found a table.

I ordered a decaf vanilla Frappuccino, Stella ordered mint tea. I was drawn
to her large breasts and her nipples, the outlines of which I could see
because she was not wearing a bra. I was beginning to get very interested
in this older woman. I could tell by the way she was checking out my pert
gymnast's body that she was interested in me, young though I was.

"Are you a lesbian, Stella?" I blurted out.

"Oh yes, absolutely, 100% dear. What's your name and why do you think you
are a lesbian?" She asked me.

"My name is Chloe. A few nights ago I tasted my babysitter's pussy and I
really liked it. I'd really like to try some more," I said to her.

"Oh my goodness," she said, looking quite flustered. I could imagine she
was wrestling with her conscience because of how young I looked, but
eventually she said, "I'd be delighted to let you taste my pussy. When can
we arrange to meet? Can you visit my house?"

I told Stella my mother was picking me up in a half hour, but if we got
each other's phone numbers, perhaps I we could see each other in the next
few days. We chatted a little more and after we left the coffee shop Stella
kissed me on the lips and gave my bum a quick naughty squeeze.

I rang her Stella as soon as I got home. She did not live far from my
house, and I said I could visit her after school. A couple of days later I
found an opportunity. I rang my mother after classes and told her I wanted
to visit a friend. Mother gave me permission so I walked to the address
Stella had given me.

She lived in a Victorian semi-detached. I rang her doorbell and she greeted
me at the door. Stella was dressed in a flowing ankle length India print
skirt and a sleeveless low slung cotton blouse which showed off the the
cleavage of her large and low hanging boobs. She hugged me right away and I
noticed she had brown tufts of hair under her arms. She smelled of sweat
and a hint of patchouli oil. I thought it was kind of nice.

"Come in Chloe," she said. "Lets go my bedroom, if you still want to taste
pussy. I will be happy to let you taste mine," she said with a smile and a
wink.

Her bedroom had bright printed wallpaper and a big futon-style double
bed. Stella sat down on it and said to me:

"You are a lovely little girl, I want to see you with your clothes
off. Please show me what you look like naked."

I love showing off and did not need another invitation. In no time my
school uniform, skirt, and white little girls cotton knickers were lying on
a heap on top of my shoes. I stood in front of her for a moment as she
looked over my lithe young gymnast's body. I could tell she was getting
excited, and I decided to show off and tease her a little.

"I am a gymnast you know Stella. May I show you some of my routines?"

"Oh my God, yes please," she answered.

I began with my ballet stretch by standing on one leg and lifting the other
so that my ankle was touching my ear. This gave Stella a full view of my 11
year old hairless pussy, wide open with its pink insides and little bits. I
held this position for a few moments and then repeated it with my other
leg. Stella's eyes were riveted on my pussy on display. I lay on the floor
and went into a reverse snail position. I lay on my back, and using my
shoulders and arms for support I put my legs over my head so that my bare
legs were splayed open and my pussy was facing Stella. By this time her
dress was bunched around her knees by her she was rubbing herself between
her legs.

"Oh Chloe, you are such a dirty little girl, but I just adore it," Stella
said hiking her skirt up around her waist.

I was surprised to see how much hair she had. Her legs were as hairy as my
father's and the area between her legs was a full tangled bush of brown
coloured hair. Her fingers were stroking her slit, and underneath the hair
I could see fleshy bits of her labia sticking out like brown cauliflower.

"Come and lick me you naughty little girl, come and lick your Auntie
Stella," she said, opening her legs and prying apart her fleshy vulva with
wet fingers.

I kneeled before her and buried my head between her legs, which she lifted
to give me better access. I instantly fell in love with the taste of her
aroused pussy. It was strong and musty and I guessed she smelled that way
because she had not worn knickers that day. And the fact that she probably
did not shower very often made her pussy all the more appealing. I licked
up and down her large gash; I sucked on her wrinkled flaps; I pushed my
little tongue as deeply into her cunt as it would go and then I licked her
hairy asshole. I stuck my tongue into her bum hole as hard as I could and
tasted any poo she had not been careful to properly wipe. I loved it.

Stella was gasping and calling me all sorts of dirty names like: `Lick me
harder you little tart' and `suck my cunt dirty girl'. After I had tongued
her bottom for a few minutes she grabbed my hair and pulled me up so my
lips touched her clitoris.

"Suck my clit you dirty little girl...Make me cum!"

Her clitoris was barely hidden by her fleshy prepuce and it was huge. I
wondered if my own would ever grow that large. It was about the size of the
first joint of my baby finger. My own clit was tiny in comparison and was
less the size of a match head. Stella's clit fit nicely in between my lips
and I began to suck on her the way I imagined a baby sucks on its mother's
nipples. Stella started getting really excited when I did this and she
ordered me to stick my fingers into her cunt. I was happy to oblige. I
pushed two fingers into her slippery wet hole, then a third, and finally
all four fingers.

"Finger my cunt, you little tart," she called out to me.

I used my small fingers like a piston, in and out of her wet cunt as it
made wet squelching sounds. I was sucking her clit and fingering her large
vagina and smelling the slimy juices she expelled. She kept on talking
dirty to me which I did not mind, and Stella yelled very loudly when my
efforts brought her to an orgasm. She lay on the bed panting for a few
minutes.

"Come here my little tart, Auntie Stella wants to lick you all over," she
said to me.

"OK," I said, climbing up onto her futon. "But please can I see your
boobs?"

"With pleasure dear," she said, and began to remove her clothes.

She pulled down her skirt and lifted her blouse over her head. Stella
looked pretty old and her skin in places was wrinkly with cellulite. Her
boobs were pretty huge but they hung flat and pointed downwards. Her
nipples were big, brown and the size of strawberries. I wasted no time
latching on to them and sucking them like a baby would its mother. I did
this on my hands and knees; Stella reached behind my small body and grabbed
at my privates. She put a finger into my tight vagina and observed:

"You are still a little virgin aren't you? We are going to have to sort
that out," she promised.

After groping me all over, Stella pushed a pillow under my bum and lifted
my legs. I obliged her by using my gymnast's flexibility to put my ankles
behind my ears so that my privates were wide open and completely open and
available for her. She licked my pussy and bottom with skill and
experience, running her tongue up and down my hairless little girl's
gash. I had cum after cum and nearly forgot the time. When I realized how
late it was I had to rush to put on my clothes and dash out the door.

Stella rang me a couple of days later to tell me she was going out of town
for a fortnight. I could not hide the disappointment in my voice.

"Don't worry my juicy little tart (she had given me that nickname because
`tart' is the word we use for sluts in England, and because when I cum I
get really juicy). My friend Carline will be looking after my house when I
am away. She would love to have a gob at your gash."

I arranged to come by her house the following Thursday, after school. The
woman who answered the door was old, short and really plump. If it were not
for her really big boobs you could almost say she was beach ball
shaped. But had a kindly face and looked like someone's granny.

"Chloe, she gushed, I am so pleased to meet you. Stella has told me so much
about you. Do come in," she said.

Carline walked me into the sitting room where she took a seat and pulled me
onto her lap. I was wearing my school uniform and her plump fingers went
directly between my legs and under my knickers.

"Stella tells me you are a dirty little girl," she said to me. "Let's find
out how dirty you really are. Give me your knickers dear."

I lifted my bum, pulled down my school panties, and handed them to
her. They were white and cotton. She examined the gusset carefully and
lifted it to her nose. The front had a yellow stain and the back of my
panties had a brown streak. She shook her head to in disapproval.

"Yes you are a dirty girl, and dirty girls need to be taught a lesson," she
said turning me over and pinning me between her legs, my bare bum in the
air.

"And Miss Carline is the one who is going to teach you that lesson."

She flipped up my school skirt and used her open hand to slap my bum, once
on each cheek. Not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to make me gasp
with surprise.

"Say thank you, dirty little girl."

"Thank you I replied," and she gave me another slap on the bottom.

"Thank you Miss Carline," she ordered, and I repeated the words as
instructed.

Miss Carline began to fondle my hairless young cunt and bottom. I gasped as
she roughly pushed her finger into my vagina, and a finger into my tight
bum hole.

"Stand up and take off all your dirty clothes," she ordered me, and dumped
me off her lap onto the floor.

I quickly obeyed her and stood naked in front of this strange looking old
woman, and waited for her what she wanted next.

"Now show me how you play with your nasty little cunt, Chloe," she ordered.

I began to rub my own pussy, but she interrupted me saying: "I want you to
put your fingers in your nasty little hole so I can see."

I did what I was told, and while I fingered myself she began to
undress. Miss Carline began by removing an old fashioned wool
jacket. Underneath she wore a short sleeved sweater, the kind that was
popular about 70 years ago. When this came off too, I saw she wore a very
hefty bra with underwire and a lot of padding, which she needed to support
her very large breasts. She reached behind to unfasten her bra and her
breasts flopped free. I was awestruck by their size and wanted to touch
them but dared not without an invitation.

Miss Carline wore a skirt which was part of the same old fashioned ensemble
as her jacket. She rotated the skirt a half turn so that the zipper had
moved to the front, unzipped and let her skirt fall to the floor. Her large
belly drooped over her hairy pubic area, on which, instead underpants, she
wore what looked like some sort of harness designed to hold the large pink
rubber penis which dangled in between her plump thighs. She held the penis
in one hand, pointed it at me, and said:

"Nasty little bitches like you need a good bollocking. Lean over the arm of
this couch and open your dirty little cunt for me Chloe."

I felt compelled to obey her, even though the thought of this 8 inch cock
inside me was very frightening. I leaned over the couch and opened my legs
as wide as I could. Miss Carline stood behind me and placed the monster at
the entrance of my tight virgin pussy, and then pushed hard! Lucky that I
had been finger fucking myself and my cunt was already wet, or I might have
been seriously injured. Still when the monster entered me it felt like
something had torn inside me and I felt a sharp pain. I cried out loud, but
the older woman ignored me, partially withdrew the cock from my wounded
cunt, and pushed in again even harder.

I thought I was going to split in half and the pain continued with each
thrust. After several more, an incredible feeling of being full took over,
the pain subsided and became pleasure. I started to anticipate each thrust
and used my hand to rub my clitoris for even more satisfaction. Miss
Carline continued thrusting the cock deep into me with a steady mechanical
pace. Each time she pushed as deep as my young vagina would allow the cock
to go, and each time I felt it thrust against my uterus and send a strong
pulse through my young body.

In a short time I was literally sobbing with pleasure as wave after wave of
orgasm overcame me. After about my fourth or fifth cum, Miss Carline
withdrew from my cunt. She picked my knickers off the floor and used them
to wipe the blood from my torn hymen from my thighs. I thought she was
going to stop and I was hoping to be able to suck on her breast and pussy,
but she was not done yet. She pushed the soiled knickers into my mouth and
pressed the dildo against the entrance of my tight puckered anus.

"Nooo... please no, Miss Carline," I tried to shout through the panties gag
in my mouth.

The older woman ignored me and slowly eased the length of the dildo into my
bum hole. It was painful but not as painful as my vagina, which was
surprising since the rubber cock went deeper into my bum. I could tell it
was buried to the hilt by the way the woman's soft belly slapped against my
bottom on every stroke. I managed one more powerful orgasm before Miss
Carline stopped. I supposed the effort tired the old woman who was fat and
out of shape.

She put me my back on the couch and then straddled my head and lowered her
hairy cunt onto my face. As I dived in to lick her insides I could feel her
sweaty thighs and fat vulva almost smothering me. Miss Carline shouted
instructions at me, telling me to lick harder and deeper and when she felt
I was not putting sufficient effort into the job she would slap my wide
open privates with her open palm or flick my sensitive clit with the
fingers. The pain when she did this was severe, but fortunately my efforts
mostly pleased her.  Her smell and taste was very strong and sweaty, I
imagined the pussy odours built up under her hot woollen skirt.

When she had enough, Miss Carline finally pulled me to her lap and let me
fondle her enormous breasts and suck on her nipples. She stroked my back
and head tenderly and kept telling me I was a `lovely little tart' and how
much I had pleased her. I was happy to hear this, because in spite of a few
painful moments I had really enjoyed myself and experienced orgasms I had
never dreamed were possible.

She said to me: "You are my lovely juicy tart and because I have taken your
virginity. You will always remember me."

When I put my school uniform back on and left to go home, I found I could
barely walk. It took a few days for the pain in my pussy and bum hole to
subside, but as soon as it did, I went back to see Miss Carline for
more. When Stella returned, the three of us met together and I watched Miss
Carline use her strap-on to fuck her `bitch' as she called her friend
Stella. She told me that I was her also her `bitch', and I was happy that
she wanted me in that way. Miss Carline let me try the strap-on and use
Stella as my `bitch', but only temporarily.

Miss Carline and Stella had a wide circle of lesbian friends who were all
eager to meet the 11 year old gymnast they had heard about. I was able to
taste many different pussies, young and old. I also introduced my new
friends to Sandra my babysitter and they let me be the first to use the
strap-on cock on her cunt and pussy.

When I became older and began to have more freedom, I learned that many
older women fantasized about having a young girl like me fuck and dominate
them. I was able to collect my own stable of `bitches', but that is a story
for another time.

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