Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2016 14:53:30 -0400
From: Full Name <lovepinkpumps@excite.com>
Subject: TS/Young Friends "Delightfully Different Little Girls" (REVISED)

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A special acknowledgment goes out to BeautifulCreamer and his "Panty Boy"
magazine stories. As you will see, this story is also about publishing,
although it's not a man/little femboy story in the sense that
BeautifulCreamer's are. But thanks for the inspiration, nevertheless.

I always like to hear suggestions, compliments and criticisms:
lovepinkpumps@excite.com

As with all my stories, everything is fiction and fantasy.

Delightfully Different Little Girls
Revised
By Pink Pumps

Chapter 1

I'm Ginger, and I just pulled my car into the parking garage of the office
building where I work.

That's not a cum-inspiring start to a stroke story, is it? But I need to
set the tone and mood just a little bit. And explain some things,
obviously.

As I parked, I started to go over in my mind coming events in advance of
the day's fun and arousing activities. You see, today is a "Special Day".

I opened the car door, swung my long legs out, keeping my knees together,
then stood. I grabbed my briefcase and walked toward the bank of
elevators. My brand-new, smokey-gray, alligator-skin pumps with five-inch
stiletto heels clicked and clacked on the hard concrete. Just that sound
alone makes me feel so sexy and horny!

I'm wearing a tight, over-the-knee-length, dark gray wool pencil skirt that
frames my ass beautifully, and forces me to take short, sexy, dainty
steps. My ass is downright lewd when I wear tight skirts.

I have on a matching waist jacket with a white pure-silk blouse
underneath. The nipples of my 34Cs are already hard because I'm not wearing
a bra. How could my nipples not be hard? What girl doesn't get hard nipples
wearing a silk blouse without a bra?

Because of my tight skirt and heels, my titties are thrust out, and there
was a very visible jiggle and bounce to them, despite the jacket. I'm very
proud of them and love to show them off.

Maybe you've seen naked ... if you know where to look. More on that in a
bit.

Hidden under my tight skirt is a black-lace garterbelt attached to sheer
black stockings.

But one thing I'm NOT wearing on this Special Day is a pair of
panties. Hot, huh?

So to move on, here's the story of this Special Day:

Our company can afford to pay very well – thus the expensive clothes and
heels – especially for someone in my position, with my experience and
seniority. I started working here when I was 12, and the company paid my
way through private school, college and graduate school. Obviously, I'm
very happy.

I reached the elevator bank, a door opened, I stepped in and entered my
passcode on a keypad.

I knew facial-recognition software was identifying me.

The elevator whisked me non-stop up to the 13th floor – our company has
no superstitious people, as you can tell from that. Until you get the full
picture, just accept that we do require a singularly unique passcode and
facial recognition.

Our comings and goings are monitored for safety and security. If people
knew about us, we would be open to blackmail, but our company is
obsessively discrete. We have to be. What we do is the ultimate rush.

Without a passcode, the elevator will not stop on our floor. In fact,
there's not even a button to push for the 13th floor. Without a passcode
and identified face, the elevator will fly right past our floor without a
person even knowing, because there is no indicator light for the 13th
floor.

There is no outer door to our office, just access from the elevator. The
only way out, besides the elevators, is by one-way emergency exists.

As I stepped off the elevator, I was greeted by 23 dazzlingly beautiful
young women, dressed similarly.

I'm just as pretty as any of them, and counting me, that makes an even two
dozen of us, right? "The Dandy Two Dozen", if you will.

If it sounds like like we're cookie-cutter Stepford Wives, let me assure
you, we're not. We're all different, in one way or another, whether it be
hair or eye color, height, weight, etc. But make no mistake, we're ALL
delicious.

I walked into my office and left the door wide open. We could actually take
the doors off the hinges because there is no need or want for privacy or
secrecy when inside the walls of our office.

I removed my suit jacket and blouse, neatly placing them on wooden
hangers. The process was repeated as I unzipped and slid out of my
skirt. I'm totally exposed now, but for my heels, garterbelt and stockings.

One of the few rules here is no fucking pantyhose allowed! I hate
pantyhose, as do the rest of us, so it works out better than okay.

I should tell you a little about myself before we go further: Even though
my name really is Ginger, I truly am a 100% natural redhead. I like my
pubic bush a little fuller than a landing strip.

I'm a little over 5'10" (Add five-inch heels to that!) and my naturally
wavy red hair cascades down my back, ending well below my shoulders. At my
height, that's a lot of hair, and it sparkles and glows against my soft,
creamy white skin.

I mentioned my 34Cs, but I've purposely left out one other very important
appendage for just this moment: I have a penis between my incredibly long
legs, as do the other 23 girls here.

My thingy is less than four-inches hard, and I'm hard a lot. All of us here
have very small peepees and tiny marble sacks. Except for one, as you'll
see. We think our tiny peenys are soooo sexy and enhance our feminine
beauty. We're very proud of them.

I'm the marketing manager for our company, and the 23 women on this floor
report to me, but that's not exactly how it is around here. I don't "rule"
over the girls. I listen and learn before speaking. I encourage them to
speak freely and without fear of reprisal.

There is only one male here – Dr. Adam Andrews, PhD (Psychology), Jurist
Doctorate. Adam is our founder, CEO, CFO and chairman of the board.

Besides him, I'm the only permanent board member, and the other seats on
the board are rotational. That is, each of the other 23 girls will serve an
equal amount of time on the six-seat board. It works very well.

Adam is a happy man, above and beyond the success of the company, as I'm
sure you can understand.

In fact, I'm on my way to his office. As I walk, my ass and titties jiggle
delightfully. My extra hard peeny is swinging from side to side, and up and
down. Well, as much as a four-inch stiffy can.

I gently tapped on the frame of his open door, although I'm free – as
are we all – to walk right in. He could be on the down-stoke with any of
the girls here (catch my drift?) and it wouldn't matter in the least.

He smiled, stood, moved around to the front of his desk, and leaned against
it.

I also smiled (100% genuine; no reason for either of us to fake it), walked
toward him, kissed him with a lot of tongue, then fell to my knees, and
fondled his cock through his trousers. I'm happy to report, especially
right at this moment, that his circumcised wiener is probably over eight
inches erect. That's the big dick I mentioned earlier. (By the way, all of
us here are circumcised.) When he was good and hard, I unzipped his
trousers, freed his cock, and started sucking.

As his orgasm built, I stopped and asked, "Mouth? Tits? Both?" He chose
mouth so I wouldn't have to clean myself up afterward, because my day was
really just beginning. And, as I keep saying, it's a Special Day. He
erupted like a volcano. Okay, maybe that's a stretch, but it was explosive
and there was a LOT of cum. I swallowed every drop, licked my lips and
said, "Delicious."

Adam helped me to my feet, sat me on his lap, fondled one of my boobies and
said, "So, Ginger, we've been together for, what, 13 years now?"

"Yes!" (That makes me 25, since I started at 12, the same year I began
hormone therapy.)

"Every Special Day you've ever set up was great," he said. "You never
disappoint.

"So when will I meet our new beauty?"

"After photos and a warmup session," I replied.

"So, you've seen her? She's that special?"

"I haven't actually seen her yet, but her parents sent us plenty of
pictures. She's a creampie!"

"No one has ever been as special as you, my sweet Ginger. Nobody."

"Flattery will be you everywhere, and you know it, my love."

We both laughed at the thought. Adam has pumped his man-cream into my mouth
and tight pootie-hole more times than either of us could remember.


Chapter 2

Let me explain our business: We publish a monthly magazine called
"Delightfully Different Little Girls." Adam chose the name because it's a
double entendre: Our little girls `ARE' different, and each month we
feature `A' different gallery of beautiful little special girls.

Each issue has news, features and opinion pieces directed toward our
burgeoning audience. We have pictorials of very young special girls, in
addition to our "Delightfully Different Little Girl Of The Month."

I, in fact, have been featured many times in our magazine, and I'm a former
"Delightfully Different Little Girl Of the Month," and "Delightfully
Different Little Girl Of The Year."

Our target audience is gentlemen who like very young special girls, and
they've driven our circulation to astounding heights.

To receive "Delightfully Different Little Girls," a mailbox at a FedEx
store, UPS store, etc., must be provided. Those almost never attract
attention, and a subscriber's real name is never used on the plain brown
envelop or on the mailbox lease. No home addresses, and no Postal Service
mailboxes are acceptable. We accept only untraceable cashier's checks or
money orders – no personal checks or credit cards. A year's subscription
is $2,000 American.

Basically, as far as our business goes to the outside world, we're
invisible. We're pretty fucking good at what we do, if I do say so myself.

We also know from our demographic research that the magazine is extremely
popular with parents of little boys who have expressed a desire to become
special little girls. Some parents realize the potential for making
thousands of dollars if their little boy becomes a little girl, no matter
how reluctant he might be at first.

However, the best model candidates are little boys who are already dressing
girly. There are more out there than you can possibly believe.

Children of parents who are pushed can be a real pain in the ass at first,
despite their obvious femininity. But after a pair of lace panties engulfs
their peenys, after sheer stockings slide up their legs, after a lace
garterbelt is snapped into place, after they slip into a pair of very tall
come-fuck-me heels, they're hooked. For life. We have never, ever, had
model who chose to become a little boy again.

Our select few begin posing, with at least one parent's signed consent,
when they're 12. If they like posing – and most do – they can
continue until their 17th birthday. So I guess you would say they "retire"
when they're one day past Sweet 16. But that's not entirely accurate –
we feature one veteran over-16 lovely in every issue as well.

But also at age 17, models are offered positions here as interns. If they
accept, we pay all expenses, plus a stipend, to educate, clothe, house and
feed them through graduate school. They want for nothing.

Upon college graduation, and also at their choosing, they can join our
company as salaried apprentices, and potentially move up to the Dandy Two
Dozen as openings occur.

We provide hormones for our lovely ladies, beginning after their first
photography shoot. By the time they're 13, beautiful titty bumps are
forming and their hips are flaring. They love showing them off in
pictorials!

If any of our girls choose to have implants, we'll pay for the boob jobs –
the girls are worth every penny – but many do so well on hormones they
decide to pass on surgery. I'm happy to report that my plump, juicy 34Cs
are very, very real.

Not a single model, or any of the employees, has ever considered gender
reassignment surgery for very long. We will always be extremely special,
and we know it.

As I walked down the hall toward the photography suite, I was joined by a
delicious little pixie intern named Laura.

Laura is less than five-feet tall barefoot (which she rarely is) and could
not weigh over 90 pounds. She, too, was naked except for her pink, suede,
five-inch stiletto pumps. Even as tiny as she is, she walks confidently in
the tall heels like the pro we all cherish and love so very much.

We hugged and kissed. And I just love her little peeny – it grows to no
more than three inches when she gets a stiffy.

She has just a hint of titty bumps, and wants to keep it that way. So
incredibly sexy! Her tiny, sensitive nipples will become as hard as
diamonds when she's excited.

Laura has a face to die for. She very rarely needs makeup on her rosy
cheeks, and uses only gloss on her luscious lips. She has dirty blond hair,
cut short, page-boy style. That makes her appear as young as she was the
first day she posed here. The hair on her head is the only she has
anywhere.

She, too, is a "Delightfully Different Little Girl Of the Month," and
"Delightfully Different Little Girl Of The Year." Her blue eyes sparkle. (I
forgot to mention that mine are also blue.)

I took little Laura home with me one weekend and neither of us wore
anything inside my home but our heels the whole weekend. The only time we
took them off was when we shared a bubble bath or were in bed.

On Saturday night that weekend, still naked and in heels, we donned belted
trench-coats and went out. To a straight bar, no less! I much prefer other
girls like me over biological women and men ... except for Adam, of
course. Gay bars are out of the question for me.

We left the trench-coat belts loose so that our boobies were easy to see,
but not enough to expose our little secrets. We were such teases that
night. We didn't pay for a single drink!

When we pulled into my drive later, very tipsy, we took off the trench
coats, tossed them back into the car and walked to the door very naked,
very hard, in just our heels. Oh, shit, that was hot!

But back to my story: As an intern, one of Laura's titles is
video/photography assistant. She won't be an assistant for long – she'll
be running the studio in no time. When an opening on the Dandy Two Dozen
occurs, she'll fill it.

Not only is she very talented, she's especially effective during first
shoots, which is what today is all about. She's the same size and looks the
same age as many of our new models. That hot little thing has an undeniable
talent for putting new models at ease. I'm sure some of our new models say
this to themselves when they first see a naked Laura: "That little girl is
just as naked as I'm going to be, and she's not embarrassed at all".

You can see why Laura is so invaluable.

 As we walked into the atrium of the studio, we spotted our new model and
her father. You would NOT believe how many fathers accompany their
daughters to shoots, even though they know their special little lovely is
about to be exposed, fucked, photographed and videographed, ending up with
cum all over her and more leaking from her little hole.

She'll also suck cock ... and do ALL this for the cameras.

Today's little beauty's virginity was about to be taken by that eight-inch
cock I told you about. That's why we call it a Special Day. All of our
little girls are deflowered during their first shoot, but Adam only fucks a
certain few on their first shoot. This wonderful little thing was one of
those few.

Her name is Missy, and she's an absolute doll. But then, all of our models
are. Even so, Missy was exceptional!

She had bright, straight, shoulder-length auburn hair. Her eyes are the
deepest green I've ever seen. She was wearing a very short, but plain,
white sundress and pink trainers. The short dress exposed amazingly long
legs.

The skin showing on her bare shoulders and legs was flawless.

She wore no makeup, and had it not been for those legs, she could have
passed for an eight year old.


Chapter 3

Laura and I exchanged pleasantries with the father as a mesmerized Missy
locked eyes on us. Laura broke the spell by offering to show Missy the room
where the shoot would take place and the array of photography equipment.

Missy walked into the studio holding Laura's hand, looked around at the men
setting up the cameras and said, "Will I have to be naked like you today?
Will the men be watching me? Will they see me naked? Were you scared when
you did it the first time in front of men taking your picture?"

Laura laughed, "Honey, one thing at a time!

"First, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. (But we all knew
eventually she would do EVERYTHING and love it.)

"And yes, you'll be naked in front of the men in here, but after awhile you
won't even notice them. If you do, you'll love how they just worship your
little naked body. I promise. Look at me, I'm naked in front of them right
now!

"I was scared and shy at first, sure, but now I love it," Laura
continued. "I think you will, too. I get naked and fucked all the time with
people watching."

Little Missy looked stunned and said, "I dunno. Mommie and Daddy have seen
me naked, but no one else. I've never sucked a cock. And I've never been
fucked. There are a lot of men here. Men look at me a lot, I know. I see
them looking, but I always have clothes on. What if my thingy gets stiff
when I'm naked in front of them?"

Again, Laura laughed. "Sweetie, we WANT you to get a stiffy! That's one of
the special things that makes you so beautiful and sexy. And if you squirt,
that's even more beautiful."

Missy nodded, and said shyly, "I can squirt now."

"Great, honey!" Laura said. "Just follow my lead. You'll even get to wear a
pair of big-girl heels like mine, too! Does that sound like fun?"

Oh, yeah, Laura is a definite keeper. Maybe Missy will be, too. We were
confident in advance that she would be, and that's why we'd scheduled this
as a Special Day. As I said, they don't occur that often, but Missy was
going to be a treat.

Missy gulped, paused, then said, "Yeah, I want to wear big-girl heels like
yours. I guess I'll take everything off and be naked in front of all these
men."

Then she giggled and said, "My peepee is already starting to tingle a
little."

"Good girl!" Laura said. "Told you it would feel good!"

While the studio was being prepped, I spoke to the father, whose name is
totally unimportant to this story, and told him that he was more than
welcome to view the shoot. However, we always prefer that parents be in a
separate room watching on a large high-def television. The little sweeties
tend to relax more if their parents aren't on set.

The father eyed my titties, ginger bush, and peeny.

He wasn't bad looking, so I said, "Would you like to feel anything?" He
did. No surprise there

After the fondling had gone far enough, I said: "Without being too blunt,
let me say that many fathers will masturbate while they watch their
daughters' shoots. It's okay if you do. It can be very arousing. Just use
the Kleenex and the wet-wipes on the table next to the couch."

He feigned shock, but I knew he'd fantasized about this. All of the fathers
do. That's why they present their daughters to us. And because of the
money, of course.

"Whether you masturbate or not," I said, "this will be the most erotic
scene you've ever witnessed. A thoroughly fucked little girl with cum all
over her and more leaking from her once-virgin hole is extremely exciting."

"Oh my god," he said in a whisper. But I looked and he was hard!

"By the way," I added. "As you know, we do nothing online, but we offer
videos to magazine subscribers. You'll get a copy."

I winked and left. He was practically drooling.

Laura first dressed Missy in a frilly baby-blue party dress with full
layers of white petticoats and a white apron. She had on white ruffled
ankle socks and white Mary Jane's with three-inch heels. She wore baby-blue
ribbons in her hair. She was even wearing a pair of lacy white
gloves. (Nice touch, Laura!)

Her makeup was very light, mostly blush and lip gloss. She looked very
innocent, but before the day was over, little naked Missy would be in
five-inch, come-fuck-me stilettos, wearing bedroom makeup.

Then she would be deflowered in front of everyone; camera's recording it
all.

Without even knowing the cameras were rolling, Laura began by having Missy
prance around, flipping up her skirt and showing a white thong; poking her
bootie out; smiling; pouting; nibbling a fingernail. She became more and
more relaxed.

"Okay, honey," Laura said. "Let's take the dress off."

Missy hoisted the dress over her head, flung it off, and didn't seem shy at
all about it.

Because Missy had not started hormone therapy, she was as flat as the
little boy she used to be, and her nipples were tiny and pink.

But I couldn't help but notice her tiny, but plump, heart-shaped ass. Even
without a hip flare, it was mouthwatering. I could see why her parents
thought she was a hottie. I very much agree!

After hundreds of photos were taken and miles of video recorded, Laura took
off Missy's shoes, socks and gloves, then helped her step into a pair of
red, four-inch stiletto pumps. The baby blue ribbons were replaced by red
as well.

It was going great, and in a few minutes, Missy's g-string was off and her
pink, circumcised two-inch nail was at attention and on display.

Her face flushed with equal amounts of embarrassment and excitement. She
knew she was naked and had a stiffy in a room full of men taking pictures
of her while she was wearing only a pair of red heels. Perfect! The cameras
loved her.

Laura coached her into bending slightly at the waist, hands on hips,
showing her beautiful ass, while her head was turned, eyes looking directly
into the cameras.

The eyes of the men were definitely exciting our little virgin cutie.

Then Missy trust out her flat chest, offering her hard nipples to the
cameras.

In one of the hottest poses, Missy bent all the way over and smiled at the
cameras from between her spread legs. Her bootiehole was on display. The
heels made her beautiful legs look even longer. Cameras zoomed in.

She ended on her back, legs spread, peeny hard, pink pootie-hole winking,
and her heels pointing to the ceiling. AND, she was smiling and pinching
her nipples!

The shoot stopped and Laura moved in, taking Missy in her arms and laying
her down on a nearby bed with frilly, pink and white sheets and matching
comforter.

Laura laid down beside her and said, "You're doing great, baby. Now I'm
going to play with your peepee. Will that be okay? Right before you squirt,
please tell me."

At this point, a biological 12-year-old girl's pussy would be dripping
juice. I'm sure you've seen closeups of the little Ukrainian LS models with
sticky, leaking pussies when they became aroused posing naked, legs spread,
in front of men.

In Missy's case, precum was forming and the cameras were rolling again,
zooming in. As erotic the LS models are, for many – our readers in
particular – her precious precum was even more exciting.

As Laura stroked her peeny, Missy shook, squeaked, and finally whispered,
"Now."

Laura quickly moved out of the picture as three small dollops of cum shot
from Missy's beautiful thingy, landing on her tummy. She continued to spasm
for several long seconds. The cameras caught it all. Outstanding! Missy was
gasping for air and she was sweating. Laura moved back in and started
cleaning her up.

"You were soooo good, sweetie," Laura cooed. "Did it feel good when you
squirted?"

Missy just nodded.

Now that Missy had been exposed, relieved, and was comfortable, Laura made
the final move, dressing her in a white-lace garterbelt, sheer white
stockings and strappy, five-inch come-fuck-me heels. Whether Missy could
walk in them was not important at this stage.

Laura slipped a very short and sheer-white babydoll nightie over Missy's
shoulders that fell to just below her outty navel.

A single strand of pearls was added, along with silver, shoulder-brushing
clip-on earrings. Her freshly applied bedroom makeup was perfect. A true
sex pot.

Laura had Missy bend over and spread her asscheeks. "I'm going to put some
makeup on your pooper-hole so it'll look good in the pictures."

What Laura was actually doing was lubing Missy up.

Laura's slick finger entered Missy and she jumped, then relaxed and
sighed. Laura continued to finger her, and Missy began to push back, loving
it. She bucked and moaned, but Laura stopped fingering her before she came
again. Laura nodded at me.

I picked up the phone and dialed Adam's extension.

"She's ready," was all I needed to say.


Chapter 4

One of the things that makes Adam so effective in these Special Day shoots
is that he's almost a ghost, except for his huge cock. He silently moves
onto the set, does his business and moves off. The little girl is the star
of the scene. The focus is entirely on her.

I need to mention that Adam has incredible stamina, and it's not at all
unusual for him to make me cum two or three times when we fuck.

But he also has a talent for being able to cum almost on cue. That's so
important for a little girl's first fuck. We want it happen fast – the
last thing we want is for a new model to be so hurt and sore she won't want
to come back.

Laura and I told Missy that it was going to really hurt at first. And
that's true. It would. We told her we screamed and cried the first time
Adam put his cock in us, but it felt soooo good in no time.

"Just breath, baby," Laura whispered into her ear while Missy was sitting
on my lap. "Take deep breaths. Relax your pooper muscles. You can do it. I
know you can. He'll go slow and let you get used to it."

"So you really liked it?" she said, batting her big beautiful green eyes at
me.

"Honey, just give it a minute, then you'll have the most incredible
sensations you've ever felt," I said. "But first you need to suck his cock
and make it really slippery. It'll slid right in if you do."

"Okay. I think I know what do to," Missy said. "I'm glad you'll be
watching. I like knowing you're here with me."

Yes, she had completely forgotten about being watched by a room full of
horney, erect men.

So it was time. Little Missy was sitting on the side of the bed fiddling
nervously with her garterbelt straps as her beautiful stockings- and
heels-clad legs and feet dangled down. What a sight!

Adam entered. She looked at his hard cock and sighed, "Ooooh. It's really
big."

Adam presented his cock to her, and Missy took him in her tiny hand. She
just examined it first, then kissed the head. She stoked him a little
before tentatively taking some of it into her mouth. Before long, she was
bobbing up and down on his cock like the champion we knew she would be.

But before he came, Adam pulled his cock out of her mouth and helped her
slip off her babydoll. Then she laid down in the missionary position. She
spread and raised her her legs, then nodded.

He entered her and she screamed in pain, just as we told her she would. But
by the time he had patiently worked his cock all the way in, Missy was
furiously fucking back. She was SO enjoying being plowed, now.

She squirted twice, and maybe a couple times more. It was hard to tell as
hard as she was going at it.

Adam shot a couple of cum ropes into her pooper, then pulled out in time to
bathe her flat chest and tummy with the rest.

Finished, Adam and disappeared.

Missy was relaxing on the bed, eyes closed, the look of exhaustion on her
face. But it was also a look of bliss.

The cameras zoomed on the cum all over her, and still leaking from her
stretched hole.

Laura and I joined her on the bed, undressed her, and I lifted her onto my
lap again.

I asked, "Was it as good as we promised after the pain ended?"

Missy nodded.

I'll tell you this right now – Missy was the best new model since
Laura. And of course, I was the best new model before that. She was the
sure-fire "Delightfully Different Little Girl of the Month" for this
month's issue, and I would bet my life that she would be the unanimous
choice for "Delightfully Different Little Girl of the Year."

If any little girl is better this year, I was going to have to see it for
myself.

Laura wiped the cum off of her, then I inserted a tampon into her dripping
hole to stem the cum flow.

I rocked Missy as Laura whispered and blew sweet nothings in her ear.

She fell asleep, so I picked up the phone and dialed the extension in the
viewing room. I told her father I was taking her home with me, and he could
pick her up in a few days. I also told him that Missy had earned a
substantial bonus. I guess he was pleased because we didn't even see him
leave.

I wrapped Missy in the comforter, handed her off to Laura, and I headed to
my office to dress. Then I was back to hold her as Laura dressed.

The plan was to let Missy relax and rest at my house for awhile. Well, that
was the plan. At first.

I carried her to my car and I tossed Laura the keys. I sat on the passenger
side, a still-sleeping Missy safely snuggled in the comforter.

When we got home, I carried her upstairs and laid her on my bed, leaving
her wrapped in the comforter.  I couldn't help but stare at this living,
breathing, special little doll.

As I was trying to silently sneak out, she awoke, rubbed the sleep out of
her eyes, stretched, and said, "When can we do it again?"

Did I overestimate her? No way! No fucking way!

I'm sure you want to think of Missy as a cum slut now, and she does love
cum. But she is the innocent little lady – emphasis on "lady" – out
of the sack. She is prim, proper and demure, even if she tents in a
skirt. She has learned how to discreetly cover up, usually with her
purse. An amazing little girl!

Let me end by saying our original plan changed very quickly soon after
Missy woke up. Laura and I enjoyed her for three days. I know for a fact
that she equally enjoyed us.

She didn't even want her father to pick her up, but we promised her she
could come back any weekend she wanted and be with Laura and me.

Promises were kept.