The Stories of Leslie Schmidt

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Traffic on the Costa Mesa Freeway was brutal. It was stop-and-go from Tustin until you got past John Wayne Airport, then sped up to a steady 35 miles per hour. As it was, Joan and Sara were almost half an hour late for their promised 7PM arrival. Luckily, Ming and Mat had also been delayed in traffic, so they had missed their 6:30 by about the same amount.

Joan led her little daughter through the atrium and up the stairs to the second floor balcony. She couldn’t help but think that she was a little like a Judas goat but she also knew that Sara was actually looking forward to tonight.

“Honey,” Joan had started as they sat in traffic, “are you alright with what’s happening tonight?”

Sara looked up from her Game Boy. “Yes mom, it’s OK.” They were quiet as Joan let the car creep forward another 25 feet toward their goal. “I really want to see Charlie again. He’s always so nice to me.”

“What about Ming?”

The girl had turned back to the game. “She’s cool,” was all she said, with a bit of a shrug.

When they let themselves into the office, Sally was sitting at the receptionist desk.

“Hi Joan!” she said with genuine warmth. “Why have you been such a stranger? I’ve really missed you.”

Suddenly Joan felt a bit guilty. She and Sally had talked a couple of times over the phone since the night that Sara had made her last movie but Joan had not really thought that the younger woman would feel any sort of attachment. Now she realized that she may have jilted the girl. Joan had always just considered it a one night stand and had been clear that she and Sara wouldn’t be back (at least that had been her plan).

Sally saw the look on Joan’s face and decided to let it drop. “It’s great that you’ve come back, Sara. Let me take you back and get you ready.” Then she looked at Joan. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” She reached out and put her hand on Joan’s arm. “We’ll talk later. Right now, Joe needs you in his office. I’m going to take Sara and put her in a bath. I need to wash her hair and then put it up—Joe has some pretty specific ideas about how he wants the girls to look.”

Joan leaned forward and kissed Sally’s cheek. “I’m sorry—I guess I’ve not been a very good friend.”

“It’s OK,” Sally responded in a low voice. “Let me get to work,” she said, looking down at Sara. “Maybe later…”

“Yes,” Joan said. “I’d like to…”

“You go with Sally,” Joan said to Sara. “I’ll be in in a few minutes.”

Joe looked up from his desk when Joan entered. His face broke into a huge smile.

“Joan! God it’s great to see you!”

Mat swiveled around in his chair where he was sitting reading a pile of papers and from the corner Charlie said, “We’ve missed you. It’s great that you’re back.”

“Hi Joe, Charlie, …Mat.” It was a little awkward to suddenly be the center of attention for the three men.

“I was just going over the contracts with Mat here. You can tell him about it.”

Joan looked at Mat, wondering what to say. “It’s all just as he says…at least it was for me.”

“I’m paying Mat the $500 for signing, then there’s another $7500 if we complete both films tonight.”

Joan quickly did the math. “So it’s three grand for Sara and Ming’s to us?”

“Yes, and another thousand for Sara and Charlie, plus the royalties for the download count.”

“OK,” Joan said. She couldn’t believe that she was becoming such a pro at the contracts surrounding the making of kiddy porn films.

“Sara’s with Sally?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah, she’s getting a bath.”

“I think I’ll go say hi,” he said.

“Ming might be in there with them. She might be…embarrassed if you walk in,” Joan said.

Mat’s eyebrow went up, the whole idea of what was going on was just beginning to really sink in.

“Oh,” Charlie stopped, hand on the door, “I’ll knock.”

“These are for you,” Joe said after he had sat back down.

Joan picked up the ream of paper and thumbed through it. She’d be adding another $4,000 to the cash box after tonight. “OK.”

She and Mat signed their contracts at the same time.

“Sally’s going to be a while with the girls,” Joe said. “I’ve got outfits I want them in and their hair has to be done. I hope you don’t mind, Mat, but we’ll be putting some purple color in Ming’s hair. It’s the kind that’ll wash out in a couple of days. Charlie and I worked on the set most of the day too…not what it was last time you were here, Joan.”

“Let’s go into the studio, I have some snacks and drinks. Also, Mat, I hope you’ll take this the right way but, I’ve asked Charlie to give you a few pointers on what I’ll want.”

Joan looked questioningly at Joe.

“Mat’s going to make the film with Ming, Father—Daughter thing. Anyway, I’m sure Charlie ‘ill be needing time to recover after his shoot with Sara. Frankly, he’s been missing her and is kind of—keyed up—about making another movie with her.”

Joan was kind of set back by the idea that her little nine year old would actually be specifically exciting to a twenty-something man. After all, Charlie was fucking two or three little girls a week. What made Sara so special?

After Charlie had left the office he went to the studio. The door to the bathroom had been left open and he could hear the girls giggling and water splashing. He walked over and leaned against the doorpost so that he could see Sally kneeling next to the tub but his view of the girls was blocked.

“Hi Sally, OK if I come in?”

“Charlie!!!” Sara squealed. She leaned out of the tub, facing him. Shampoo suds were running out of her hair and down over her shoulder, then dripping on the floor. She held her arms out for a hug.

Charlie couldn’t resist and he walked in, knelt down and got a wet hug from the girl. She kissed his cheek.

“How ya doing doll?” he asked, looking into her eyes while he brushed some suds that were threatening to run into her eyes.

“I’m OK,” she said.

Charlie leaned forward and gave the girl a peck on the lips. “God, I’ve missed you a lot.”

Then he turned his attention to the other nine year old in the bath tub. Joe had shown him a couple of pictures her father had sent from his phone, so he did recognize her despite the wet hair.

“You must be Ming,” he said.

She was looking at them with an astonished expression—the strange man suddenly appearing and kissing her friend was a real surprise. Then, suddenly realizing where she was, the color began to rise. Her face and throat flushed red as she blushed, being seen by the stranger.

The water was full of suds, so the interesting parts were covered, but Charlie did like what he could see. Ming had the small nose and mouth, high cheek bones and oriental eyes of her Chinese parents. She was very fine boned, with small shoulders and skinny arms. Her skin was stretched over her rib cage, tiny nipples just a shade darker than almost white skin.

Her black hair was very long, reaching down so far that the ends floated out in the water around her waist.

Charlie had dealt with a lot of embarrassed preteen girls before and he knew that the best thing was simply to ignore her nudity but still complement her and make her feel at ease. (In fact, his big talent was for transforming an embarrassed child into an unabashed, lustfully overwhelmed slut.)

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” he held out his hand to the girl. “Hopefully we’ll get to know each other.”

The child, being treated like an adult, had her embarrassment change. All she could do was take the pro-offered hand for a wet shake. This put her off from her initial reason for blushing.

Charlie stood up and turned to Sally. “Do you need to my hair too?”

Sally laughed. “I would if you had any—you Marines are useless to hairdressers.”

He laughed, then looked down at the two girls. “I’ll see you guys later—but don’t take too long, I think most everyone’s ready.” He reached down and squeezed Sara’s shoulder, then left.

The studio had been transformed into a ‘Hello Kitty’ hell. Partitions had been put up that were painted to a little girl bedroom cartoon. The walls were white with pink and royal blue trim. A fake window looked out on a field with a brilliant blue sky and neon green grass. There was a Justin Barber poster and another with a Chihuahua wearing sunglasses. A white four drawer dresser was decorated with hearts and flowers. Instead of the queen bed there was a girl’s daybed with a white metal frame, the tubes bent into a heart in the middle. The bedspread was also white with pink and blue hearts in a pattern. Four large pillows, each a different neon color, were on the ends and against the back.

“This all will break down in about three minutes,” Joe said to Mat and Joan as they entered. “The room you remember is behind the fake walls.”

Charlie was just finishing mixing himself a drink. “Can I play bar tender for you guys?” he said over his shoulder.

“I’ll have some red wine,” Joan said.

Charlie knew that Joe wanted Scotch but, after some talk back and forth, Mat got a can of beer.

“What’s that?” he asked as Charlie added some vodka to two glasses of fruit punch.

“A little something for the girls.”

At this point, Sally led the two children out of the bathroom. They were wrapped in big towels. “You guys need to get out of here while I do the girl’s hair and get them dressed,” she said.

“OK,” Charlie said with a disappointed tone.

“Can I stay and help?” Joan asked.

“Sure, I was going to ask you.”

The three men went back out into the office.

“First, we’re going to do the shoot of the two girls,” Joe started after the three had sat down in his office. “I’m counting on Sara to pretty much set Ming at ease.”

“She’ll be good at that,” Charlie said.

“Now, you just be encouraging to her,” he said to Mat. “I’ll coach them along and I’m pretty sure we’ll get a great movie. Then the three of us will have to break down the set in a hurry…I’m not going to have Sara get dressed but Sally’ll dress Ming back in her street clothes…and then you, Charlie, and Sara will get on.”

“Damn, I’m looking forward to that!” Charlie said.

“OK, then, Mat, it’s your turn. I plan to start with you naked but your little girl dressed. Again, I’m going to talk to you…introduce you and the like…then I want you to undress Ming for me. After that, you should do things pretty much the way you guys normally do it, get her off a couple of times, before…”

“It’s going to hurt,” Mat said. “She’s really small.”

“Yeah, it hurts them some,” Charlie said, “but if you have them properly turned on, they want it too. You can’t just jam it in and expect the girl not to fight. Go slow and talk to her, reassure her. If you don’t take at least two or three minutes to get in, you’re moving too fast. Also, there’ll be a tube of K-Y at the foot of the bed.”

“I’m afraid she’ll cry.”

“That’s normal—they all cry. The trick is to be slow and gentle. Then they’re actually sort of happy tears. If you just jam it in, then they’re really hurting, we don’t want that. She’ll also be scared when she sees the blood, so try not to let her see it, at least until after you’ve cum. Also, don’t try to hold off. She’ll probably not cum when you actually fuck her, just let yourself go once you’re in. But make her cum at least two or three times before—that way she’ll be relaxed and a little wet.”

Mat couldn’t believe he was getting instructions from a stranger on how to destroy his daughter’s virginity. It was all very surreal. Still, the idea of making porn films had always turned him on…a few times he’d set cameras up when he molested Ming. The whole thing was making his blood pressure rise.

“It looked to me like Sara came when you popped her cherry,” Mat said.

“Well,” Charlie replied, “Sara’s really special. She’s such a cute proper little thing until you get her started. Then she’ll just cum and cum and cum. Also, you can tell she really likes getting me off.”

“You don’t seem to mind,” Joe said with a laugh. “Anyway, it’s not just you she likes to get off.” Then he asked Mat, “Have you watched many of our other movies?”

“Yeah,” Mat said with a smile, “quit a few.”

“Then you’ve seen how it’s done.”

The door opened and Joan stuck her head through. “I guess we’re ready.”

“Cool,” Joe said as the three men stood up.

In the studio, the girls were already on the set, sitting next to each other on the bed. They had both been transformed. Sara was dressed in a black leather short skirt and vest. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was pulled back in a really severe ponytail—one that would make any girl jock proud. She was also wearing thigh length black leather boots with stiletto heals.

Ming, on the other hand, was in a skin-tight Underarmor leotard with half-inch wide horizontal yellow and lime green stripes and a matching green wrap-around short skirt. The leotard was short sleeved and the legs had been cut off just below her knees. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail too, this one reaching her waist and tied with a large blue bow. Her bangs were straight across her forehead but two thick strands of hair had escaped the bow and fell down on each side of her face to her stomach. The ends of these were dyed neon purple.

They looked up when the men entered.

“They’re perfect,” Joe said to Sally.

He walked up to the bed where the girls were sitting. “You two are just awesome.”

He leaned down and touched Ming’s hand. “You are so cute, like you’re straight out of an anime.”

“Don’t you mean Lolicon?” Charlie said.

“Yeah, guess so,” he replied.

At this, Mat and Sally smiled but Joan didn’t understand the joke.

“OK, girls,” Joe said, “just a moment for us to get the cameras going, then we’ll start.”

Sara smiled while Ming nodded gravely.

Sally and Charlie were setting the lights while Joe checked out the batteries and memory in his hand-held camera.

“Charlie, why don’t you get that mini camera ready too—we may want to both get shots at the same time.”

Meanwhile, Sally had taken her digital SLR out of its bag and was checking it out.

“Let’s pull up chairs,” Joan said to Mat. “Our part is to smile and maybe give them some encouragement but let Joe do the talking.”

“Everybody ready?” Joe said to Charlie and Sally. They nodded. He turned to the girls.

“Don’t be surprised when the lights come up, that happens when I start the camera. Now, all we’re going to do at first is talk, then I’ll ask you to do some things—I think I’m going to have Sara get undressed first, then she’ll help you get undressed Ming.”

“Sara, I want you to show Ming what to do, kind of lead her along, and I’m sure you two will have a great time and we’ll make a great movie.” He paused. “You two ready?”

“Yup!” Sara said. Ming just looked nervously at her friend.

They both squinted when the lights came up bright. Sally had to make some adjustments to her camera.

“So, here we are again with Sara,” Joe said. “Sara, wave and say ‘hi.’”

“Hi,” Sara waved and smiled.

“So, you’ve got your friend here today, right?”

“Yeah, this is Ming,” Sara said.

“Say ‘hello’ Ming,” Joe said.

“Hello,” the girl said with a nervous smile.

“I understand you two are really good friends. Are you best friends?”

Sara looked at Ming with a questioning smile, and they both smiled and nodded, obviously happy in the realization. “Yeah, Ming’s my best friend.”

“What about you, Ming?”

“Yes.”

“Are you in school together?”

“Yeah, we’re in the same class,” Ming said.

“Really! Where do you go?” Joe asked.

“Stoddard Elementary,” Ming replied.

“What grade are you in?”

“Third,” Sara said.

“So, you spend all day together in school?”

“Well...,” Ming started, “We used to but then Mrs. Oliver moved us.”

“She got mad because we talked too much and she sent me to ISS,” Sara said.

Mat looked at Joan with a wry smile and she nodded, then they turned back to the girls.

“Do you study together?”

“We’re in the same reading group,” Sara said.

“And we’re doing our Science Fair project together,” Ming continued.

“Sounds like fun,” Joe said. “Do you see each other after school?”

Again the girls looked at each other. “We have sleep-overs,” Sara said.

“And we chat on line,” Ming continued.

Now the two parents looked at each other with surprise.

“So you sleep together?” Joe asked.

“I have a double,” Ming said.

“But I just have a day bed like this…except its wood,” Sara finished.

“Cool,” Joe continued. “When you get in bed together, I bet you talk and giggle and drive your parents nuts.”

Both girls smiled. “Sometimes,” Sara said.

“When you have sleep-overs, what do you wear?”

“Mommy buys me PJs,” Sara said.

“And I just use one of my daddy’s T-shirts,” Ming said.

“You have a night gown, its blue!” Sara looked at her friend.

“Yeah, but that’s when I’m at your house.”

“What do you wear when you’re not having a sleep-over, Ming?” Joe asked.

The child thought for a moment. “I have night gowns but I like daddy’s T-shirts best.”

“What about you, Sara?”

The girl fell silent for a moment and looked at her mom. Joan nodded OK.

“We usually sleep nakkie. Mommy always does and so do I.”

“But you don’t sleep naked when you have sleep-overs?”

“No.”

“I see,” Joe said, then paused. “Tell me, when you two have sleep-overs, do you ever hug each other?”

“You mean in bed?” Sara asked.

“Well…” Ming started, “we usually hug each other good night.”

“OK, why don’t you hug each other now?”

The two looked at each other with a smile, then leaned against each other and embraced in a friendly hug.

“That was lovely. Do you ever kiss?”

They both giggled, then leaned in and shared a peck on the cheeks.

“That’s cute, but I want you two to grown-up kiss. Sara, I know you know how.”

The two girls looked at each other, then again they kissed, but this time they opened their mouths and the kiss lasted a lot longer. After a few moments they broke apart, Ming giggled while she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Sara, however, never looked at the camera, she put her hands on Ming’s shoulders, then kissed her again. Slowly, she pushed the other girl back down onto the bed. For a second, Ming’s eyes flared open with surprise, but then she reached up and put her hands on her friend’s sides and closed her eyes.

Joe moved around to the side to get a better picture. Sally turned on some music for the background:

(In the final cut, Joe mixed two songs by the Russian teen girl pop group 't.A.T.u.' to cover his coaching of the girls.)

"All the Things She Said/Not Going to Get Us" mix (Russian)

"All the Things She Said" (Official English version)

"Not Going to Get Us" (Official English version)

(for an essay on the Russian pop duo, t.A.T.u. click here).

Now Ming was on her back with Sara kneeling over her. Their tongues intertwined and breath deepening, Sara moved her hand up on Ming’s chest and started massaging her left nipple with the palm, moving her hand in a circular motion. Ming now had one of her arms around Sara’s neck and with the other hand, started gently fingering Sara’s vest where her left nipple would be. Joe got occasional shots up Sara’s leather skirt, flashes of her round ass and the black leather thong.

“Sara, rub her pussy,” Joe directed in a low voice.

Sara’s hand moved down the girl’s abdomen. Ming’s skirt had ridden up. She flared her hips when she felt her friend’s fingers pressing on her through the skin tight fabric of her Underarmor. This went on for a couple of minutes, the girl’s breathing deepening and their color rising, until Joe told Sara to stand up and remove her vest and skirt.

Sara climbed off her friend and, standing over her, unbuttoned her top, then let it fall off her shoulders to the floor behind her. Then she pulled on the zipper at the small of her back and the skirt joined its mate on the floor at her feet.

“Now climb back on top of her, but this time I want you to pull Ming’s top down before you start kissing again.”

Sara was wearing only her thong and the boots. She climbed over Ming, on her hands and knees. Ming looked up nervously as her friend settled astride her hips, then ran her fingers under the low neck line of the leotard and slowly pulled it down. Ming had to help Sara work the garment free of her arms as her flat white chest and stomach was uncovered.

The girls went back to kissing, but this time their fingers were on each other’s nipples. Sara’s dime sized areolas began to push out into cone points but Ming’s almost invisible pin-head bumps didn’t seem to react. Still, however, both girls were now breathing hard enough that they couldn’t hold the kiss.

Without prompting, Sara rolled off to the right, laying next to Ming, and then moved her hand down over the girl’s stomach and worked her hand under the leotard. But the tie of the wrap skirt kept her from pushing her hand under and she went back to rubbing her crotch through the fabric.

“Ming, undo your skirt,” Joe said.

The girl, for a moment, looked up at him and nodded nervously, but then, as Sara lifted up to give her room, she looked down and with both hands pulled the bow knot that closed the skirt. Now, with the ties loosened, the girls started kissing again. This time, much to everybody’s surprise, Ming took Sara’s hand and directed it down and under the leotard.

As Sara’s hand found its way onto the other child’s crotch, Ming started to hump up against it. Now, Sara moved down and ran her tongue in a circle around one of Ming’s nipples. Joe panned from Sara’s hand working under the cover in the girl’s crotch to her mouth, licking and sucking her nipple, to Ming’s flushed and shining face, eyes closed, mouth open, breathing hard. Charlie walked up with his camera and started filming from the other side.

After less than a minute, Ming’s small frame shuddered and she caught her breath. Her chest was glowing, wet with sweat and Sara’s saliva. She humped against her friend’s hand, twice, then sank back.

Mat was astonished at how quickly Sara had gotten his little daughter off. Usually it took him ten minutes of gentile persuasion before his little girl would cum. True, she was getting off faster these days. When she was a toddler it took a long time of licking and sucking before she’d whimper and squeak when she came. His tongue was always painfully tired and his mouth dry before she was done. It was almost an afterthought when he’d rub his cock up and down her tiny cunt, then smear up her belly with his cum.

These days she was reacting faster and more deeply, usually urging him on. Then she’d take his cock in her mouth and blow him. Mat knew that she really didn’t like it when he came in her mouth, he could see it in her expression just before he started to shoot, but Ming wanted to make her daddy happy and usually would let some white goo run down her chin while swallowing the rest.

She was a tiny baby, just learning to get up on her hands and knees, the first time she tasted her daddy’s cum. Babies will suck anything, as Mat discovered one evening when they were playing together after a bath. He’d felt her up a couple of times before this, but when the little one took his cock like it was her evening bottle he went out of control.

The tiny baby made a face and spit out the goo after he shot in her mouth, but after the third or fourth time she was used to it and would swallow his entire load. When she was two and a half or three she started pushing his dick away, not even sucking on it a little. It wasn’t until she was five that he was able to talk her into sucking him again, and even then she insisted that he not cum in her mouth. Finally, when she was almost eight, just a year or so ago, she had allowed him to cum. (It had taken some talking: ‘Come on, Dear, I lick where you pee and poop—isn’t it only fair?’)

“Sara, take the rest of her clothes off,” Joe asked.

Sara looked up at the camera, smiled and waved, then climbed on to her knees. Apparently, Ming had not heard Joe because she looked at Sara with surprise when she felt the other girl tugging on her leotard. Still, she lifted her hips and let Sara work it down her legs and off her feet. She did not have on any underwear.

When Mat had described Ming as being very small, he had not been kidding. Her pussy was just an inch long slit way down between her legs. Sara, knowing what was expected, pushed the other girl’s knees apart for Joe to get a close up. Ming really didn’t even have pussy lips, there was no rise or fleshy puffiness in her crotch, just a small opening with a pin-head size clit and tiny vagina. She didn’t have inner lips, the sides of the vaginal opening were tight, the bottom end half closed off by the pink skin of her cherry. Her bung hole was also just a small dark asterisk in her small ass. Joe couldn’t help but think that it’d be like fucking a two-year-old.

Joe pulled back and Sara’s face came into view, looking up. She raised her eyebrows as to say, “What you think?” Then, with a smile she leaned down and ran the tip of her tongue along Ming’s slit.

Now Ming was the one with experience, Sara had only had men go down on her twice, when she had made her earlier movies, but Ming had been having her pussy eaten for as long as she could remember. She lifted her legs up, her feet in the air over Sara’s shoulders, and started rocking her hips against Sara’s face. As she built, she reached down and put her hands on her friend’s cheeks, moving her face up and down with her own flares.

“Suck in it,” she moaned in a low voice.

Sara put her mouth over her lover’s cunt and gently sucked, using her tongue to play along the slit. After a few more seconds, Ming arched her back and grunted again as she came for a third time, catching her breath, then gasping.

Finally she squirmed, pushing away. “Oh God,” she moaned, “no more, please…” she started to laugh.

Sara lifted up, smiling at her lover, her lips and chin shiny and wet.

“OK, its Sara’s turn now,” Joe said.

Both of the girls looked at him.

“Stand up on the bed, Sara, over Ming.”

Sara started to step up onto the bed but Joe stopped her. “Oh, wait, Ming, take off her boots.”

Sara put one of her feet on the edge of the bed and Ming slowly pulled the zipper that ran along the inside of her thigh. Sara had to straighten her leg and help as the zipper went around her knee. The leather fell off the side of her leg as Ming moved down Sara’s ankle, then she pulled on the heal and Sara stepped out of the boot. The same was done with her left boot. When they were crumpled on the floor Sara stepped up on the bed as Ming slid back, sitting between the other girl’s legs.

Joe moved around the bed so he was to the side while Charlie stayed at the foot, getting down on his knees so he was looking up at Sara’s ass.

“Take her thong off,” Joe said.

Ming sat up, then reached out and hooked Sara’s thong. Sara had her hands on her hips.

“Slowly dear,” Joe said.

Ming followed his instructions, inching the leather thong down so the strings moved over her hips, then as they moved down her flanks, the leather covering was pulled down. At first it hung up on her pubic rise but then, as the strings came taunt, it pulled free and uncovered Sara’s vulva at once.

Sara looked straight at her friend’s cunt, then looked down, avoiding the sight and instead watched her hands pulling the strings down, past Sara’s knees to her feet. Sara lifted one of her feet, then the other as Ming pulled the Thong free.

“Kiss her,” Joe said.

Ming looked up, uncomfortable, but then put her hands around Sara’s thighs. She rose up and kissed her friends thigh, then moved to the other side. She moved across again, this time kissing Sara a little higher and a little closer to the middle.

Joe couldn’t believe the video he was getting as the girl slowly worked her way into the middle. She couldn’t quite reach, so Sara bent her knees some, opening her pussy lips. She shivered when, after at least twenty kisses, Ming finally brushed her lips.

Sara lowered herself even more and both Joe and Charlie, one from the front and the other from behind, watched as Ming ran her tongue along Sara’s slit.

After a few moments of watching Ming tonguing Sara standing, Joe said, “Sara, why don’t you sit down.”

Sara stepped back down onto the floor, then turned, looking back, and sat down.

“Ming, kneel on the floor and, Sara, lean back and put your feet on the edge of the bed.”

As Ming moved off the bed, Sara raised her heels to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and opening her pussy. Ming knelt, then walked on her knees. She leaned forward and made a tentative lick along her lover’s slit. She looked up at the camera with a nervous smile, then went back.

Sara caught her breath when she felt her friend’s tongue on her clit. As Ming started licking more, she craned her neck to look down.

“Do it harder,” she said as she began to pant. Her legs slowly moved down, swaying with Ming’s movement, as her color slowly started to rise and a sheen of sweat spread across her chest.

Joe zoomed in for and extreme close-up of Sara’s full pussy lips and open vagina while Ming ran her tongue up and down the slit. Then she tried to push her tongue inside Sara, working the tip back and forth between the inner lips, then maybe a quarter of an inch inside. After holding it there, pushing, she went back to licking.

“Suck on her honey,” Joe said in a low voice.

Ming covered most of Sara’s slit with her mouth and gently sucked. This made Sara groan and her hips shudder. Then Ming went back to playing along the slit with her tongue.

Charlie moved around, filming from above while Joe shot from the side. Joe knew he’d be able to mix the two sets of footage into an awesome movie.

“Honey, push your finger in her while you lick her clit,” Joe asked.

Ming pulled back, looking up at Joe with a surprised look. Then she looked back at Sara’s cunt, her eyes big. She put her pointer finger along the slit and moved it up and down, sliding along in the wetness of her spit and Sara’s cunt juice.

“That’s right,” Joe encouraged.

Sara was now humping against Ming’s hand, definitely building. Her legs had been slowly moving down until her feet were on the floor now, her back arched. Ming pointed her finger and pushed the first knuckle inside. Sara’s breath chattered in her throat and her hips shivered.

Ming pulled her finger back and looked at it. It was shiny with Sara’s slime.

“Taste it dear,” Joe suggested. “Get your finger good and wet.”

Again Ming looked at Joe, her eyes big. Then she lifted her finger to her mouth and slipped the tip inside. She pushed her finger in her mouth deeper, then withdrew it with—shiny with her spit. She turned back and, this time, her finger slid deep into the other girl’s cunt. Ming pushed her finger all the way in, the entire length.

“Fuck her with it,” Joe said.

Ming started to finger fuck Sara, and the other girl began to hump to meet the probes.

“Lick her at the same time,” Joe said. At the same time he looked up and Charlie and nodded, indicating that he wanted him to film Sara’s face.

All of the adults could see the signs of Sara’s impending orgasm. She had flushed from her waist to her throat, she was shiny with sweat, small beads on her forehead joined to make droplets running down her temples and wetting the roots of her hair. Her humping was becoming automatic, a regular, rhythmic rocking of her hips with her breathing that was moving to gasps.

Just seconds after Ming started licking her red clit, the little girl went over the edge. She grasped the edge of the bed with her hands as she lifted her ass off the mattress, pushing up on her toes groaning loudly.

Charlie filmed her face as she pushed back into the bed, eyes squeezed closed, mouth open. Her body shook, her stomach muscles making two hard ridges down her abdomen and the veins in her neck standing out.

She grunted three times, shoving her pussy into her friend’s face before she sank back.

Ming lifted up, looking at her wasted girlfriend. She pulled her finger out of Sara’s cunt, looked at it, then put it in her mouth, tasting Sara’s pussy.

“Climb on top of her and kiss her,” Joe asked.

Ming moved up onto the bed, taking her panting friend in her arms. The two naked preteens embraced, then kissed…first a small peck, then more certainly, then their tongues found each other.

The two necked for a few moments before Sara started to giggle. Then the giggling spread to the other girl and they started to laugh together. Finally Sara pulled Ming’s face down and kissed her again. Then she looked up at the camera.

“How was that, Joe?”

The room was silent for a moment. “Awesome,” he said.

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