Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 09:42:54 -0400 From: Full Name <lovepinkpumps@excite.com> Subject: TS/Young Friends "Delightfully Different Little Girls" (Part 2) Thanks for all the nice comments on "Delightfully Different Little Girls" Part 1. I respond to all emails, so if I didn't to yours, it's because my address changed to: lovepinkpumps@excite.com The ones I did receive indicated you'd like to read more about Missy, so I wrote Part 2 from her point of view. Remember, she's 12 and I hope I got her manner of speech right. This story is sort of long, but there are three fuck scenes I think you'll like. The first has a little surprise for our Sweet Missy; the second has a lot of ultra-sexy dialog, and the third is something I'm not even going to give you the slightest hint about. Please note that I haven't referred to any of my star characters as "tgirls" in quite awhile. And I've never used "trannies", "shemales", etc. My "special girls" are just that, and that only. Also in those recent stories, you may have noticed that all of my stars have been "bottoms" only. My intentions are for it to stay that way. All of this, I think, makes my "special" characters more feminine. And isn't that the point? Like all of my stories, this is fiction and fantasy, and please donate to Nifty. If you don't, how can you read other stories like this? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If it's illegal for you to read this for whatever reason, then don't. Delightfully Different Little Girls Part 2 By Pink Pumps Chapter 1 Hi, all!!! It's Missy!!! Hugs!!! Kisses!!! Thanks to all of you who liked my first appearance in "Delightfully Different Little Girls" magazine and my first DVD. You've made me feel like such a star! Because of the good impression my first appearance made on Adam and Ginger, I was the "Delightfully Different Little Girl Of The Month" for that issue. Then I was named "Delightfully Different Little Girl Of The Year" later on! Ginger said it was a unanimous decision by Adam and the Dandy Two Dozen. I'm soooo proud! Speaking of the Dandy Two Dozen, Laura is a member now and is serving her first rotation on the Board of Directors. I'm soooo proud of her, too! So I'm back now for my "Delightfully Different Little Girl Of The Year" shoot, and it's going to be VERY different from anything "Delightfully Different Little Girls" magazine has ever done. Not even Ginger or Laura has done what I'm about to do. I'm keeping it a secret for now! Ha! Ha! It was Ginger's idea. No surprise, huh? They say she's a genius at her job, even though I don't have one single clue about business. Not diddly-squat! But she says I'm "The Chosen One". MEEEE! I started on hormones right after my first shoot, and I already have little titty bumps and I wear a training bra. How cool is that? You can barely see my dime-sized aerola because they're so pink, but my little nipples get soooo hard when I'm excited. You can sure see them! I have a little flare to my hips now, too, and my bottom is even more plump and juicy than it was in my first appearance. I've just started puberty and I can see a few hairs down there, but it's not much. Even before I started hormones my long auburn hair was full and luxurious, and my creamy skin flawless. My crystal blue eyes still sparkle. They tell me my legs look as long as a baby giraffe's. Pretty long, huh? And there's a delicate little curve to my calves that enhances my muscles to the point of being cum inspiring. If you've seen them, you know that's a fact. And Ginger and Laura say I have a classically beautiful face. I believe them, because those two would know just by looking in the mirror. Nothing's changed at all about them since my first appearance, but I'll tell you about them anyway just as a reminder. Ginger's a statuesque attention-grabbing redheaded beauty who's over six feet tall in heels. Heads are on swivels when she walks by, her fine ass swaying in the tight skirts she always wears with stockings and high-heels. Her 34Cs jiggle and are so suckable. Laura's an adorable little blond "pixie", as Ginger describes her. Laura's no taller than me, and she takes just enough hormones for a little hip flare that accentuates her tiny bottom. She's left with the virtually flat chest we all love. She's a doll, no doubt about it. I wish those two would pose together. Beautiful but polar opposite looks, huh? I'll talk to them about it. I promise! I know you think I'm bragging about us and I AM but how do you think we came to be here in the first place? If you're a Delightfully Different Little Girl, you're perfect. If you're a Delightfully Different Little Girl of the Year, you take "perfect" to new heights. Speaking of Ginger and Laura, they say I'm as popular as they were when they were my age. What a RUSH!!! Just so you'll know, I call Ginger "Mama" now, and Laura is my "big sister" (more on that in a minute), but I still refer to her as "Laura." I love them soooo much, and we do such NASTY things at Mama's big ole house. Mama explained "bottoms" and "tops" to me, and we've all decided we want to be bottoms only. No more pooper penetration with our thingys. Besides, when it comes to peepee size, none of us has much to work with especially me so it's actually no big deal. We do like to kiss and lick what little we do have as if they're swollen clitties. And we LOVE to have our pooty-holes fingered. It feels soooo good! I found out from Adam that big cocks are great, but Laura and Mama gently massaging my insides feels almost as good. It's quite the contrast, huh? I live with Mama now and so does Laura but my Daddy comes to visit. I have no idea where my real Mama is. Daddy said she left because she started feeling guilty about me being in "Delightfully Different Little Girls" magazine. She wasn't at my first shoot like Daddy was, but she saw the pictures and video of me sucking Adam's cock and getting fucked, even though she wanted me to do it at first. And she's the one who sent my pictures to "Delightfully Different Little Girls" in the first place. She's the one who said I was too pretty to be a boy when I was very young. I wouldn't be here without her, and I hope she's doing fine I really, really do because I sure am. Daddy hasn't fucked me yet, but we've talked about it Daddy, my new Mama, Laura and me. Daddy's still working on "taboo issues", as he calls them. I don't know what that means, and nobody will tell me, but I hope he'll fuck me soon. My new Mama and I'll quit with the "new Mama" stuff now said Daddy masturbated (I know what that is, for sure) in the viewing room during my first shoot. That makes me think he'd like to fuck me, but he just has some things to fix his head, huh? Sorry to get off subject, so I need to go back to what's soooo sexy about living with Mama and Laura: At home, we wear nothing but garterbelts and hose, thigh-highs, sheer babydolls, teddies ... even crotchless body-stockings. We always wear these things with come-fuck-me heels. Always. Can you just imagine how hard Daddy's cock gets when he comes over? Mama says he's nice looking and deserves something more than simply money for bringing me to the company. That something is HER! Get it? She told me she let him feel her up before my first shoot. They're sure doing a lot more now, and that makes me very happy for them both. When we girls go out on weekends, I wear the SHORTEST skirts and dresses and NOOOO panties. It's scary but exciting to try to stay covered up enough so that my little secret isn't blown. Just a gust of wind is a thrill ride. But Mama and Laura have taught me to be a lady even when my skirts and dresses are ultra-short and I'm not wearing panties. I can get in and out of a car without flashing my thingy. I can sit down on a bench or chair and cross my legs without exposing my naked bootie. That's the purpose of my weekend "training sessions" they want me to be SURE I can keep my special secret hidden the right person comes along. A person who appreciates a beautiful special girl. They've also taught me how to swing my legs after I cross them, showing off how pretty and long they are in my sexy high-heels. I know how to be hot, but not slutty. Before I forget to tell you, I go to a private girls school and wear a traditional uniform. You know mid-thigh-length pleated plaid skirt, white blouse, blue blazer, white knee socks, black three-inch Mary Jane's. You know what I'm talking about, right? And I wear panties, of course. Not too much to get excited about, but Mama and Laura say some men do. Want me to tell you something else fun? There's an all-boys school not far from mine and we have chaperoned parties and dances together. There's a high-school boy who goes there I really like a LOT. He likes me, too, even though he's four years older. Anyway, he knows this man who works at his school who'll buy gin for us and hide it in a storage room. We sneak in there during parties, lock the door and drink it. I tastes terrible and burns going down, but I like the way it makes me feel! I wish we could drink something that tasted better and made us feel the same, but the man says no one can smell gin on our breath. We'd get in soooo much trouble if we got caught. Anyway, the wrestling team's mats are folded up and stored in the room (stinky!) because we have dances in the gym. Me and this boy lay down on the mats and kiss and stuff after we're buzzing. I've let him unbutton my blouse enough to push up my training bra so he can play with my little boobies and suck my sensitive nipples. But I won't let him put his hands under my skirt. I don't think either of us is ready yet for what he'd find between my legs. I told him if he ever tried to go all the way up my skirt, I'd punch him in the nose! I don't care if he is older than me, and a LOT bigger and stronger. He knows he'd never get to touch me again if he tried. I won't let him take his cock out either, but I play with it through his pants. Maybe I'll let him take my blouse and training bra all the way off, then get his cock out and stroke it until he comes. He deserves at least that, I think. He's been so sweet to me. We'll see. Chapter 2 Remember how embarrassed I was to get a stiffy in front of a room full of men during my first shoot? Well, after what I gladly go through on weekends, I don't think that'll be a problem today, even though nobody outside the "Delightfully Different Little Girls" world (that includes my Daddy and real Mama) has seen my thingy. I can't wait for the men to see my hard peepee today. And I can't wait to squirt in front of them! I did during my first appearance, remember? I don't really squirt out much more now, even though I'm almost a year older. Mama says that's because of the hormones. I still cum just as hard, so who cares if I don't squirt much? Okay, time for me to tell you a little bit about what will happen today. Do you remember it was "Special Day" during my first shoot, and Adam fucked me with his eight-inch tool? Well, all of the other beautiful special little girls are fucked by "Company Cocks." Mama and Laura say calling them that is not at all meant to be mean. They don't want the little girls or their families to know the Company Cocks' names, because it protects their identities. They would get in soooo much trouble if we got busted. As much money as the parents get paid, they'd be fools to go out and talk about us, but we have to be sure, right? You already KNOW how secretive the company is. "Missy, complete and total security doesn't come cheap," Mama says. I sort of understand that. That's why you have to pay the big bucks to get our magazine and DVDs. But can you even BELIEVE what being a Company Cock here would be like? I mean, can you imagine the dozens of hot special little girls' sweet mouths and tight puckers available to them? I've become very good friends with some of the Delightfully Different Little Girls models who go to my school, and they all had their virginity taken by Company Cocks in their first shoots. Every one of them said the Company Cocks couldn't have been sweeter. All the models were given plenty of time to adjust, and when the real fucking started, the Company Cocks were very gentle and caring. One thing that makes it so great here is that we Delightfully Different Little Girls are not just commodities. We're very valuable, for sure, but we're also part of the company. I believe Mama explained all they'll do for us and our opportunities, right? I also need to remind you all us girls have flat chests when we first come here because we don't start hormones until after the first shoot. The first-time models are as straight up and down as a board meaning no hips at all. Mama says lots of men think a little girl's flat chest and lack of hips is very, very sexy. She would know because she has this all figured out pretty well. But ALL of us most definitely have fine hineys and beautiful faces, no matter how old we are. Anyway, I'll wear multiple costumes today there's nothing new about that before I get to the "grand finalι" as Mama calls it. THAT's what's going to be a first for "Delightfully Different Little Girls" magazine, but I'm still not going to tell you what that is. Sorry to tease, but I think it'll be worth the wait. So the plan is for me to wear a different outfit for each segment of the shoot, then get fucked in different positions by the Company Cocks. Okay, time to get to it ... Chapter 3 The first role was Little Bo Peep! My dress was pink satin, and very short and frilly. Mama said baby blue is the color most associated with Little Bo Peep, but I'd worn a baby-blue party dress during my first shoot. So Mama thought me in pink had more to offer. Variety, and all that. The dress had full white petticoats and a pink bodice, trimmed in white lace. My white blouse had puffy white short sleeves. Pink and white ribbons held my pigtails. No panties or g-string! The petticoats barely hid my thingy. The white lace-top thigh-high stockings were opaque, accented with pink ribbons and bows at the top. But the bows were on the back of the stockings, and all I'd ever worn before had bows on the front. I like them both ways A LOT! My shoes were pink patent-leather five-inch stiletto pumps. But they had straps across the instep, so I guess you could call them Mary Jane's, huh? I wore a g-string when my first shoot started, but I'd be pantyless as Little Bo Peep. I even had a long crooked staff! Believe it or not, there was actually a live lamb on set for me to play with! Little Bo Peep had been done before in "Delightfully Different Little Girl" magazine, but fake stuffed lambs were used. After the lamb joined me, I did everything you'd expect Little Bo Peep to do with the little furry cutie. I held him on my lap and snuggled. My legs were spread wide, and you could see a little bit of my peeny; just a hint. I led him around with a wide white ribbon as a leash you know, that kind of stuff while showing as much of my bare booty as I could. I was bent slightly at the knees, giving the cameras a full side view of me naked hiney-cheeks fully exposed when the little Dickens snuck up behind me, poked his nose into my crack, sniffed my pucker and licked! My reaction was to look at the camera in surprise, open my mouth wide, then cover it slightly with my hand. I giggled, "Oh, my!" Well I WAS shocked! Totally! Laura our Production Director now said my reaction to the lamb's nuzzling was soooo professional and perfect, even though well beyond what was planned. But she said it was too cute not to use. After they led the lamb away, I unzipped my dress and let it slowly fall. I spread my legs as it bunched around my ankles. I was facing the camera with a come-fuck-me smile on my face, and my peeny was rock hard. Nope, not embarrassed AT ALL to have a stiffy in front of a room full of men with cameras ... "Okay, cut!" shouted Laura. "Step out of your dress, Sweet Missy." I did, then Laura led me to the toilet where she gave me enemas until I was sparkly clean, followed by a wonderful lube job. Her gentle fingers in my pooper feel as good as Adam's cock after I got adjusted to it, and that's saying a lot. Ooops! Sorry. Already told you how Laura's and Mama's fingers feel. A bed had been moved onto set, and the cameras began rolling again. The bed was not in the frame at first, and I was on my knees looking under a bush (a real bush in a big pot that didn't show!) like I was searching for my little lost lamb. My naked bottom was to the camera, and all I had on now were the stockings and heels. My crack wasn't open all the way, but you could still see a little bit of my pink star. A Company Cock snuck up behind me like the lamb did, and pushed just the head of his dick into my hole. The sneaking up part was an act I knew that was going to happen. But I looked into the cameras and did all the "looking-shocked" stuff. "Oh, my!" I giggled again. Then he put about half of his six-inch cock in me. This time I squealed it: "Oh, my!!!" A six-inch cock is very respectable, for sure, but I didn't know at the time they'd get bigger and bigger as the day progressed. My hole would be gradually stretched, right? The Company Cock picked me up and carried me to the bed where I got onto my all fours, arching my back and inviting him inside my pooty. He settled onto his knees behind me and pushed his cock all the way in as I moaned in delight. We got into a rhythm and our thrusts met harder and harder. I lowered my arms until my chest touched the bedspread; head resting on a pillow; bootie raised. Now I was able to reach around and spread my crack even wider. After a while, I felt his hands scoop under me, searching for my boobies, so I took my hands away from my hiney and lifted myself onto my elbows. When his hands clamped onto my bumps and nipples, I slammed back against his cock as hard as I could. He was as deep in me as he could go. We began to fuck frantically and an orgasm rocked me. I squirted a few little ropes on the bedspread, and I was in the middle of my second orgasm when I felt his spasms start. I WAS NOT acting when I squeaked and moaned. It felt soooo good! As much as I wanted him to cum in me, that's not the "money shot" Laura was looking for, so he pulled out and covered my bootie and back with his love juices. The cameras zoomed in and caught the thick cum running as slow as molasses from my back, down my sides, and onto the bedspread. Then, like Company Cocks are trained to do, he silently moved off set. Please remind me to tell him how great he was if I ever see him again. I'd do another scene with him in a heartbeat! "Cut!" shouted Laura again. Mama had a towel at the ready and began wiping the cum off me, but I was going to need a shower. Still, even as sticky as I was, Mama sat on the bed, pulled me onto her lap and kissed my forehead. "Missy, you're the perfect little angel," she said. "I'm so proud to be your Mama and have you with me every day. I love you so much, my darling." "I love you too, Sis," Laura said. "You're a living, breathing doll," Oh, my! Chapter 4 I guess it would come as no surprise that one of my costumes would be a schoolgirl's, right? Like I told you, Mama and Laura say some men like that. But what I had on was very different from the uniform I wear to school. The skirt part was pleated and plaid (black and red) like mine, but so short just about all of my pantyless bottom showed. I didn't wear a blouse under the attached bib top, and the straps were loose enough for my boobies (such as they are) to show, too. The white knee socks were standard schoolgirl, but I had on black-suede five-inch stiletto pumps. My hair was in a ponytail, held by a BIG red ribbon that matched the red in the plaid design. The set had several school desks, a big teacher's desk, and a blackboard with math formulas scribbled on it. I posed alone for awhile, lifting my skirt to completely expose my peepee, then turning around and bending at the waist enough for my pooper-hole to show. I unsnapped the straps of the bib and bared my bumps and hard nipples. I did all of this while looking into the camera with a smile on my face. Then it was on to the video. With my bib buttoned again, I sat in one of the little desks in the back, legs crossed, a pump dangling from a foot. I swung my leg back and forth, pump moving right along, and hummed a tune. The Company Cock was dressed in a nice wool suit and tie, and his name was Mr. Stone. Obviously not his real name, right? "Missy, what did I just say?" Mr. Stone asked, as if he'd been in the middle of a lecture. I did a little fake jump of surprise, and said: "Sir?" "What did I just say?" "Well ... " "Well, what?" "You were saying, sir ... uh ... ah ... " He shouted, "Get up here! NOW!" I rose from my desk and walked toward him as sexily as I could ... which is pretty sexy, given the coaching I've had from Mama and Laura. "What did I just say?" he asked again. I was silent, batting my eyes, nibbling a finger nail, smiling shyly but coyly, pouting, swaying my hips from side to side, rocking on my high-heels ... "That little act of yours is not going to work with me, you little tease!" he screamed. "WHAT. DID. I. SAY???!!!" "Sir, I don't know. I'm very sorry, Mr. Stone. I guess I was just daydreaming, sir." "What were you daydreaming about?" "Uh, well ... sir ... " I said. "If I told you, it would be soooo embarrassing!" "I'll show you embarrassing," he said. "Turn around, spread your legs wide, and place your palms on my desk. Young lady, you're getting a spanking." "But, sir!" I squealed, then did as instructed. He removed his suit jacket, rolled up his shirtsleeves, jerked off his tie, grabbed a wide wooden ruler and lifted my skirt, completely exposing by naked bottom. "Why aren't you wearing panties, young lady?" he asked. "Tell me right now, Missy!" "Do I really have to tell you, Mr. Stone?" "Well," he said, "I guess I could spank it out of you." He slammed the ruler down HARD on the desktop! I jumped again. This time for real. "Tell me!" he ordered. "Okay," I said. "Don't spank me, sir. Not wearing panties makes me feel naughty." "Do you like feeling naughty?" "I guess." "You GUESS???!!!" BAM! The ruler slammed on the desk again. "No, sir. I mean, yes, sir. I like feeling naughty, Mr. Stone." "Okay, Missy," he continued. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and if I don't like the answers the next swats will be on that naked ass of yours. "What do you daydream about that makes you feel naughty?" "Not wearing panties, sir," I replied. "Wrong answer!" he said, and the ruler smacked my bare hiney, and it really stung! "Ouch!" I yelped. "I already know not wearing panties makes you feel naughty. We've plowed that ground, Missy," Mr. Stone said. "What do you THINK about that makes you come into my class feeling naughty? And `not wearing panties' is most definitely NOT the answer!" "Okay, I'll tell you, sir. But please don't spank me! I think about cocks, Mr. Stone." "What about cocks?" "Well, I've never seen one, Mr. Stone. I think about what they would look like. And I think about what they would feel like, sir." "Whose cock?" "Sir?" I asked. WHAP! The ruler smacked against my bare bottom again. "Ouch!" I squealed. "Okay! YOUR cock, Mr. Stone! Yours, sir!" "Soooo," he said. "You think about my cock, do you?" "Yes, sir. I do. A lot." "Want to see it?" "Oh, yes! So very much, sir!" "Bad enough to be my dirty little whore? You ARE a whore, you know. Dirty little whores don't wear panties under their skirts, and all they think about is cock. Is that what you want to be?" "Yes, sir." "Where do you want my cock?" "My pooper." WHAP! The wooden ruler slapped bare skin again. "Ouch! Mr. Stone, that really hurt!" "You don't have a pooper, you little slut!" he yelled. "You have a cunt! You have a fuck hole! You're a dirty whore!" WHAP! I started crying and the tears were real. But I'm a Delightfully Different Little Girl of The Year the very best of the very best. All of us do what we must. I cried when Adam put his cock in me, and look how that turned out. It made me a star. Daddy gets paid a LOT of money. If that's not enough, I get to live with Mama and Laura. I WOULD fight through the pain. "Then you have to tell me what you HAVE and what you ARE," said Mr. Stone yelled. "I have a cunt. I have a fuck hole. I'm a dirty whore," I whispered, choking back tears. WHAP! "Louder, you little slut!" "I have a cunt! I have a fuck hole! I'm a dirty whore!" I squealed. "Please, Mr. Stone! I'll do anything you want if you won't spank me anymore." "Then turn around and prove it!" he yelled. "Get that red naked ass of yours up on the desk." I did, then leaned back and spread my legs, supporting my thighs with my arms. My little thingy was soooo hard! He'd already unzipped and freed his seven-inch cock. (All of the Company Cocks and Adam are circumcised, as am I, just so you'll know.) "Beg," he said. "Please, sir, fuck me." "With what?" "Your cock, Mr. Stone. Your big cock." "Where do you want my cock." "In my fuck hole, sir! My cunt! I'm a virgin, Mr. Stone I promise I am but I don't want to be. I really, really want to be your dirty little whore." "Glad to see you're catching on, Missy," he said, and rammed all seven inches into me up to the hilt. I knew that was coming, and was lubed for it. Still, as prepared as I was, I still gasped. And not in pleasure. But I knew it would turn to that soon enough. He took my ankles and held my legs back. I was as wide open as I had ever been. Then he grabbed my heels and began pumping in and out. Every time he hit home, I moaned. In pleasure now! "It's so big, sir," I hissed. "It's a wonderful cock, Mr. Stone! Fuck me hard! Please!" That wasn't acting AT ALL. I was so lost in lust that's EXACTLY how I felt! And I'm pretty sure he did, too. He took his hands off my from my heels and unclipped the straps of my bib. Then he took a titty bump and a nipple in each hand and started to grope them. He did it kinda' hard, but he sort of had to for the scene to be real looking, right? After we synched a bit thrust meeting thrust I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in as deep as I could. It felt soooo good! A cameraman knelt behind and below us, zooming in on Mr. Stone's cock sliding in and out of my hole. My peepee didn't show, but my marble sack did. The studio lights were bright and hot and all that, but the A/C was turned down as low as it would go. It must have been 60 degrees, and we were STILL sweating. I was in only stocking and heels when the fucking started in the first shoot today, and didn't sweat much. But please don't get the idea that this cock felt any better than the first. Both were GREAT, but Mr. Stone still had on his wool suit pants and shirt, and I was dressed in heavy cotton. Then Mr. Stone began talking nasty to me: "You're one sweet little whore, Missy. Your fuck hole is so tight. Better than any pussy I've ever had. Did you know what you have is better than pussy? I'm going to fuck you every day in my class, then come by your dorm room at night and fuck you again. And you're going to suck my cock whenever I want you to, even if I have to drag your sweet little ass into a closet. Do you hear me, you little cock tease?" "But, sir," I managed to say, despite our frantic fucking. "I was teasing you at first. I WAS. I admit it. But not now. I promise, Mr. Stone. I want your cock in me every day and every night. I'll suck it whenever you want." I came HARD, but only squirted a couple of very small drops. I was almost drained from the first fuck session. I came again after 10 or 15 minutes of us body slamming, then lifted myself enough to whisper in Mr. Stone's ear so only he could hear: "Your turn. Cum for me." Like Adam, I knew all the Company Cocks can cum almost on cue. So he pulled out and I moved onto my knees, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as he began stroking his dick. It wasn't long before he came. Some of it shot into my open mouth; some hit my face, splashing onto my hair; some dribbled down my chin. I was covered! Then I licked and sucked Mr. Stone's cock until I drained the rest of his cum and he was completely clean. I stayed on my knees for 30 seconds or so with cum dripping everywhere as the cameras kept rolling. Then Laura called for a cut. As a good Company Cock does, as you know, Mr. Stone had already disappeared, but was waiting for me backstage. "Did my swats hurt you, Missy?" he asked very sweetly. "I'm sorry for being so rough with your tender boobies. They're very cute." I giggled, "Yeah, all that hurt a lot, but you more than made up for it." "So we're okay?" he asked. "Of course we're okay!" I replied. "You're so beautiful, Missy," he said. "This company is lucky to have you. I watch your DVD over an over, and it just can't do justice to you in person, sweetheart. I hope we can do a scene together again soon." Then he was gone so fast I knew he probably didn't hear me sigh and whisper, "Oh, gosh. Me, too." Chapter 5 I was pretty tired after taking those two wonderful Company Cocks and coming four times. All I wanted to do was soak in the Jacuzzi for awhile. The hotter the water, the better. The more bubble bath added, also the better. But even though I wasn't really hungry, Mama insisted that I eat something because I was sure going to need the energy for what was ahead. I drank two glasses of water (hydrate, you know?) and Laura fixed me my favorite crunchy peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich, with a big glass of very cold milk. And Oreos for dunking in the milk! After I ate most of the sandwich and three or four milk-soaked Oreos, they led me to the Jacuzzi. My cum-covered hair was washed and conditioned, then I soaked and let the jets massage my body. Laura placed a warm wet cloth over my eyes and a small pillow under my head. I felt her soft lips touch mine, and I kissed back. I remember spreading my legs and aiming one of the Jacuzzi jets at my sore pooper-hole, then I felt Mama's hand on my shoulder. "Wake up, Missy," Mama said. "You've been in the Jacuzzi for an hour. You're going to look like a prune if we don't get you out now. We didn't wake you earlier because we knew how tired you were." Then she whispered in my ear: "Ready to become an even bigger star, Little Miss Chosen One?" Chapter 6 My pootie was still clean of you-know-what from the earlier enemas, but I made sure I expelled as much cum as I could after each scene. Still, my stretched hole was pretty sore from two cocks one a seven-incher so Laura showed me a trick she'd learned. Remember, she's no bigger than me and has been fucked many times for the magazine and for DVDs. Laura still gets fucked a lot by Adam and his eight inches, so she knows the ropes. She took a tube of Lidocaine and forced as much of it as she could into a plastic tampon insertion sleeve. The cotton tampon still inside the sleeve soaked up more of it than you would think it could. Then she inserted the tampon in my pooter, and when she removed the sleeve, the wet cotton expanded and really numbed my anal ring and insides. The tampon would have to be removed, of course, when I started posing without panties again, but it made me feel so much better. From my vocabulary studies at school, I know what "mundane" is, so let's start with that part of the upcoming shoot and get it out of the way. Let me just come right out now and tell you me playing a French maid was next, and "Delightfully Different Little Girls" magazine has done that as many times as it has a schoolgirl. Okay, now that we're past that, let's get to my sexy dressing. The lingerie I would wear was still being debated as we neared time to roll. That had to be settled right then because I had to put on the lingerie before the maid's dress. The original plan was for me to wear seamed thigh-high fishnet stockings, and black seven-inch stripper heels with two-inch clear-plastic platforms. The shoes had cone-bottomed heels. And I wouldn't wear panties. After I put on the fishnets and stripper heels and I really thought it was very, very sexy Mama and Laura said I would look like a hooker after my maid's dress came off. And I would be a hooker way too far ahead of her time, they thought. So the production crew huddled up. "Missy's 12, and we want to preserve as much of that look as we can," said Mama. "She's a little girl who's growing up fast. We won't get many more chances like this." Laura agreed: "I can't wait for her to play a prostitute, but not now. Later for sure. But not now." Mama and Laura always get their way. So off came the fishnets and stripper heels, replaced by a black-lace garterbelt, ultra-sheer black stockings, and strappy black five-inch come-fuck-me stiletto sandals. Remember the all-white I wore in my first appearance? Well, this was the all-black version. I wobbled around in the five-inch heels during my first shoot, but I can walk with ease in heels that tall now, especially after all the practice with Mama and Laura. I feel the wonderful sensations of the tugs of the garterbelt straps on my stockings even more. I've grown to LOVE that. That and the click-clack of stiletto heels on hard floors. It's amazing! The black pure-silk French maid's dress was just as short as the Little Bo Peep costume, but the petticoats were much fuller. And it had a strapless corset top. After putting on the dress at looking at myself in the mirror, my pucker muscles tightened, squeezing the tampon even harder, forcing more Lidocaine out. Felt soooo good! I had on a little starched white apron, and a black and white cap that was more like a headband than anything. AND I had on panties over my garterbelt. Think "granny panties". Do you believe that? That doesn't sound too hot does it? But do full panties with rows and rows of white ruffles under a very short skirt make you rethink it? It did me, for sure. My first poses started on a set that looked like a study large desk, brass lamps, high-backed chair, full bookcases ... you know what I'm talking about, right? I started working my way around the set with a feather duster. I bent as much as I could in the full petticoats and was able to give the cameras a full view of my ruffled panties. I showed off my long legs and heels by lifting one calf at a right angle to a thigh. That's a classic pose. But I don't care how many times you see it, with stockings and stiletto heels it never gets old. I dusted my way to the desk, and on it was a silver tray with a crystal pitcher of water and several glasses near a brass lamp. As I dusted the lamp, I "accidentally" tipped the pitcher over and water spilled onto my dress. The pitcher was a stage prop that looked full, and only a few drops of water actually landed on my dress. But the effect of the fake spill looked very real. I gave the innocent "ooops!", moved around to the front of the desk and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and began inspecting it to see how wet was. Then I lowered my panties to my knees to see if they were wet, too. I starred into the cameras and whispered, "Oh, no! I can't wear these they're soaked!" My little thingy stiffened and the cameras captured it all. Laura called for a quick cut and removed the tampon. I have to admit, my pooty did feel much better. Good trick, Laura. Thanks! Cameras rolling again, I bent slightly at the knees, and slowly slipped my panties down even further. Once they were all the way down, I stepped out of them and flashed my very best come-fuck-me smile. I turned my back to the cameras, bent at the waist to pick up my dress and panties, opening up my crack enough to show the cameramen my pink star. I went through a series of poses, ending with me on my back, legs spread wide, slicky pooper winking, peepee hard, and stiletto heels pointed straight up. My long legs looked so good in the sheer black stockings! I pinched my tiny nipples and softly moaned. Chapter 7 Okay, ready for the "coup de grβce", as Laura calls it; or the "Grand Finalι", as Mama says? The set now had two maroonish leather wing-chairs with a small table between them. Two Company Cocks were seated, sipping from brandy snifters, a crystal decanter on the small table between the chairs. Both were dressed in ultra-formal white tie and tails, and the illusion we wanted to create was that they'd just returned from a ball of some sort. So, do you now have a hint of what's coming? Little Miss Chosen One was about to do the first three-way in "Delightfully Different Little Girls" magazine history. I moved onto the set sans "wet" panties and bent to pick up the brandy decanter to add a small amount in each snifter. Hints of my bare bottom showed, and each man got a glimpse as I swiveled between them. I curtsied like a good French maid would, and said sweetly to the Company Cocks, "Sirs, I'll be back shortly to check on you. But is there anything you need before I go?" "Well, as a matter of fact there is," said one we'll call him "Master"; we're pretending it's his house pulling the frilly panties from a jacket pocket. "Are these yours, Missy?" I curtsied, then said, "Yes, Master, they are. I was cleaning and accidentally spilled water on them. I knew you would be home soon, sir, so I had no time to put on clean ones. I thought I hid them well." "Obviously you didn't," he laughed. But it was not a mocking laugh in any way. He wanted to sound delighted. "No, sir. I didn't," I said, curtsying again. "Master, I'm very sorry, sir. Nothing like this will ever happen again." "Well, my goodness," said the other Company Cock and we'll call him Cock 2 "I hope it DOES happen again so I can get another glimpse of your cute little bare ass." Master said, "Missy, bend over and give him a better look." "As you wish, sir," I sad, curtsying once again. I turned my back to them and lifted my dress, giving them a "full moon". Get it? Ha! Then I bent all the way over, knees straight, and placed my palms on the floor. Pretty neat trick for someone my age in these heels, huh? "Now, Missy," said Master, "turn toward us and lift your dress." I did, and my little-finger sized peeny stood at attention. "My word!" said Cock 2. "My good friend, you didn't tell me your beautiful little French maid was special." "Let's keep it our secret, shall we?" Master said. "Missy, show our guest what you do so very well." I curtseyed, moved onto my knees, unzipped him, took out his eight-inch cock and started in on it. I began by kissing the head, then tongued the peehole and the inverted "V" on the underside. After a few minutes of that and looking straight into his eyes I started to suck in earnest, bobbing up and down. "So how long has the little doll been doing this for you?" asked Cock 2. "Oh, I guess she started when she was around eight years old," said Master. "She's 12 now, and as you can see, she's very good. Aren't you, Missy dear?" "Yinds, er," I replied, and never stopped sucking. Master said, "That's a `yes, sir' in case you're wondering, my friend." My response and Master's were total ad libs. Pretty good acting, huh? I know what improvisation is, and I thought we pulled it off very well. "Missy, I'm getting close to coming, sweetie," said Master. "I don't want to just yet. Please show my friend how hospitable you are." "Oh, Master!" I squealed. "It would be my pleasure!" I turned to Master, took off the cap, and flipped my hair forward and off my shoulders. With my hair out of the way, he unzipped my dress and let it fall. The petticoats were so full and bunched, he had to help me step out of it so I wouldn't hook it on a heel and kill myself. Before I could move back onto me knees, Cock 2 pulled me onto his lap, stroked my stocking-clad thighs and flicked his tongue across a hard nipple. Then he took a boobie into his mouth and sucked. "They're tasty little titties, aren't they?" asked Master. "Indeed," Cock 2 said. Then he moved to my other bump and nipple. I came! Only a couple of tiny ropes, but I shook the orgasm was so intense. Now it was time for me to repeat what I did for Master for Cock 2, and he had a pole at least nine inches! I'd never seen one that big in person, of course, and not even in pictures, either. I wondered if I could actually take it in my pooty. But I did a good enough job with my mouth, hands, and tongue for him to ask me to stop before he came. Laura shouted, "Cut!" Chapter 8 While I stood in front of the whole studio in just a garterbelt, stockings, five-inch heels, and with a two-inch stiffy, I knew my shy days were long gone. I LOVE the cameras on my exposed body! There was just the tiniest hint of precum forming on my thingy as the chairs and table were removed from the set, replaced by a bed. During the timeout, the Company Cocks took off all their clothes and both sported semi-erections. I'd take care of the "semi" part very soon! The three of us stood off camera as they began rolling again. Master cradled me in his arms and carried me into the cameras' frames, just like a new bride being carried across the threshold. He gently placed me on the bed in a sitting position, and I spread my legs, keeping my stilettos on the floor. As I did, I felt the familiar and oh-so-pleasant tug of the garterbelt straps on my stockings. Both cocks were presented to me, and I took one in each hand and started to stroke. They quickly swelled to full staff. I was holding an eight-inch cock in one little hand and a nine-incher in the other. Can you see it in your mind's eye how even bigger that made them look? Now that they were fully erect, I moved from one cock to another, sucking and licking. Master reached under one of my thighs, lifted it, and inserted a finger into my pooty. His finger was secretly and heavily lubed, but the way. After a few minutes of being fingered while moaning and groaning, Cock 2 lifted my other thigh and I laid back on the bed, my bootie just off the edge. Master took his finger out of me and I spread my legs as he aimed his cock at my hole and pushed. It hurt a little, but I adjusted quickly. To keep from falling off the edge of the bed, I wrapped my legs around him. I was actually able to fuck back, despite my hiney being completely unsupported. As Master pumped in and out, I felt hands under my armpits, pulling me back onto the bed far enough for me to hang my head off the other side. A cock touched my lips and I opened my mouth and began sucking and licking loudly. I mean, it was a sloppy suck job! As Master thrust his cock into me, I moved so far to the opposite side of the bed the head of Cock 2's dick hit the back of my throat. Cock 2 humpred back. What an AMAZING feeling! I was being see-sawed (that's the only term I could think of on the spur of the moment) back and forth across the bed. As Master hit home, I would slurp loudly as I took as much of Cock 2 as I could. Believe it or not, we actually got into a rhythm, and I had what I knew was not going to be my last orgasm. I only squirted one little rope just a few drops, really but I lost count of the HARD spasms. Before Master came, he and Cock 2 switched places. Holy crap! Here it comes! No only was Cock 2 longer, he was also bigger around than those eight inches of Master's. As Cock 2's dickhead cleared my sphincter by two inches, I screamed but it was muffled by Master's cock in my mouth. Okay, here's the deal: I had now been fucked by Adam's and Master's eight inches, but what I was about to take one almost exponentially bigger. Nice vocabulary for a 12 year old, huh? Cock 2 pushed two more inches in me, and I was able to take it without crying out. Then two more inches were in six in all, three to go. Cock 2 let me breath and adjust, then I moaned, "All the way." He hit bottom and a little bump appeared in my tummy he was so big and in so deep. I prayed the cameras would catch that, because that had to be a first, too. The see-saw action began again, and it wasn't long before another orgasm hit me dry as sand, but no less intense. I had been cum ON by the first Company Cock and Mr. Stone, and I wanted Master and Cock 2 to cum IN me. I knew I wouldn't be able to swallow all of Master's, and I also knew Cock 2's might drown me from the inside, if that's at all possible. But that's what I WANTED. As The Chosen One, I begged them for that, and I wanted it all on camera. Master came first, and I was right couldn't swallow it all and it bubbled out of my mouth. Perfect! When Cock 2 came, I felt almost as full as I do from Laura's enemas. Well, maybe not that full, but he did cum A LOT. It GUSHED out of me. Also perfect! I came AGAIN! Dry as a bone ... After Cock 2 softened and popped out, I laid on my back for awhile, knowing the cameras were zooming in on my cum-filled mouth and leaking pooty. Laura let us all catch our breath then called for a cut. The Company Cocks moved off set. A Short Final Chapter I was going to need another shampoo and bath. And I was also going to need a tampon. Without one, I'd be leaking for a WEEK. But first, Mama and Laura joined me on the bed and we snuggled. I was facing Mama, our arms wrapped around each other, while Laura was spooned me. Laura nibbled an ear, and I giggled. I also got a stiffy. Mama felt it. "Honey, really?" she laughed. "After all that?" I sighed and nodded. If you told me there was a happier little girl on this planet, I wouldn't believe you. "I'd love to do it again today," I said. "But I'm just too tired. Is that okay?" "Of course it's okay!" Mama laughed again. "We've run out of Company Cocks! You did that all by yourself, darling. "You know nobody has ever been able to do what you just did, and I don't think anyone ever will again," Mama continued. "You took four cocks two big ones at once and I lost count of how many times you came! Who else but you could do that, baby?" Nobody. Nobody at all. I really am The Chosen One.