CHAPTER 5
While Ingrid and Carol held me by my wrists, Velda yanked my jeans down over my slim hips and let them fall to the floor around my tennis shoes. Then she hooked her thumbs on each side of my panties and yanked them down as well. Finally, she bent down and roughly pulled off my tennis shoes, then made me step out of the tangle of my jeans and panties.
I stood naked from the waist down, trembling slightly, my pussy and my bare ass exposed to their eyes.
“Look, she already has hair starting on her cunt!” the little redhead Ingrid said with some surprise. And to me, “How old are you? What are you, like about a 9-year-old or something?”
I swallowed hard, then shrugged. They'd find out sooner or later. “I just had my 11th birthday,” I said. “But I'm already in the 5th grade.”
Velda was pushing up my top, then stopped when she discovered my skimpy little training bra. “She's even got a bra,” she laughed, then reached around and unsnapped it. Her blue eyes widened. “She's even got little tits!”
Which was true, of course. What my dad called 'the two sweetest little handfuls ever.'
Miss Hellview's blonde niece reached out and gave both of my emerging boobs a quick squeeze, her hands warm and the sensation of her touch causing my dark pink nipples to suddenly harden into pointy tips.
“She's getting excited,” Carol laughed. With her free hand, and still tightly holding my wrist with her other, she tweaked one of my nipples between her fingertips, then pulled at it, causing my breath to catch in my throat. “I'll bet she's already wet.”
“Let's see,” Velda said.
I jerked with an involuntary little gasp when the tall blonde girl's fingers slid up into my pussy, her bright blue eyes never leaving mine as she explored the slippery center of me. She was correct in assuming I was wet. In fact, I was soaked, my overly-lubricated vagina betraying my excitement at what was happening to me.
“For such a little girl,” she said, “you've got a very grown-up cunt.”
I said nothing, but Velda then smiled wickedly as she brought her fingers out of my pussy and up to my face. She smeared my own oily wetness across my lips, trying to put her fingers into my mouth, but I kept it tightly closed. I wasn't going to make this any easier for them.
“Open up,” she told me. “You need to get used to this taste.”
And Carol, towering over me, suddenly bent my arm up behind my back, making me cry out with pain. At the same time, Velda stuck two of her slickened fingers into my mouth. I'd tasted myself before, of course, both on my father's big cock and when I was even younger as simple little-girl curiosity, but there was an added weirdness (and meanness) to it this time.
“Suck your pussy juice off my fingers,” Velda commanded, while Carol kept my arm bent up behind me. Then she warned, “She'll hurt you worse, if you don't.”
And so, while the three of them watched, I sucked on Velda's fingers, the girl in no hurry to take them out of my mouth. When she got bored with that, she ordered, “Now lick them.”
So I ended up licking both of her fingers all over while the three girls kept me in the center of their tight little circle.
Finally, Velda dropped her hand and said, “Now, get ready for a new taste.”
Still locked in the school's storeroom with all three older girls, I soon found myself naked on my knees in front of the wooden chair little Ingrid sat upon.
They'd put a couple of bath towels on the floor for me to kneel on, apparently because I was going to be there for quite some time. I was expected, after all, to attend to each of them in turn. And Velda had decided to let their smaller redheaded friend go first because it clearly excited both her and Carol to watch.
“You know what to do,” Miss Hellview's niece informed me. “Stick your face in there!”
“I can't,” I whimpered, still the innocent 11-year-old youngster as far as they were concerned. “It's too awful a thing to do.”
Slender little Ingrid was leaning back in the chair with her bare ass at the forward edge of the seat, her slim freckled legs (in her dark blue knee socks) spread wide. She had her plaid schoolgirl skirt bunched up around her trim waist.
Her panties were off, her protruding 14-year-old cunt a mass of untrimmed red pubic hair, all of it matted nearly flat by the wetness oozing out of her. Her entire crotch was already swollen with excitement, the lips of her pussy thickened and clearly sensitive, her tiny clit peeking out at me from beneath the fleshy folds surrounding it.
There was no doubt about it: she was entirely aroused.
I was looking straight up her cunt from where I knelt, the sharp odor of it in my nostrils, the slippery wetness of it nearly glistening from the overhead lights.
“Lick it!” Velda commanded again. “You're our new cunt-licker!”
“Please don't make me,” I begged, shaking my head as if in abject horror. “I don't want to.”
But Carol, kneeling beside me to apparently see better, put her large hand on the back of my head, entwined her fingers in my dark brown hair, and pushed my face right into Ingrid's cunt.
“Lick it,” she said.
And so, finally, I acquiesced, my mouth (for the first time ever!) touching another girl's wet pussy. I'll admit that the indecent thrill of it, the dirty fun of it-regardless of the circumstances-caused my heartbeat to quicken, my breathing to speed up as well. At the same time, my own cunt was suddenly throbbing with lewd excitement.
I began by licking up and down 8th-grader Ingrid's juicy slit as the other two older girls raptly watched, my tongue slipping inside her as I did so. With a quick flickering tongue-motion I'd learned from my father (doing it to me!), I pressed my mouth tightly into her cunt so that her swollen cunt-lips opened to admit me. I probed into her sweet juicy center as deeply as I could.
“Oh, wow!” Ingrid gasped with genuine surprise. “It feels great!”
And then, slipping my tongue back out but licking at everything I could reach while doing so, I then probed deeply into her again, the effect sort of a slow tongue-fucking sensation for the now-trembling girl.
My own father had gotten me wildly excited, many times, doing exactly the same to me.
“That's it,” little Ingrid moaned, her narrow hips jerking with the merest little groan each time my tongue dipped deeply into her. “God, that's really good! Don't stop, don't stop! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! Lick my pussy!”
In truth, all four of us girls were excited by what I was doing, my own breathing by then nearly matching theirs for roughness as I continued to lick and suck the little red-haired girl's cunt.
“Ohhh God,” Ingrid moaned again. And to the others, “I can't believe it-she's really good at this!”
Velda, watching so closely I could almost feel her breath on my face, suddenly ordered, “Now do her clit! Do it!”
“Right,” I murmured, merely following instructions. In truth, I'd been planning on getting to the little redhead's quivering young clitoris any moment anyway. No surprise, I was secretly loving every single second of what I was being forced to do. “Whatever you say.”
And as I moved my mouth slowly up to the smaller girl's swollen clit, my tongue licking into her still as I made my way to it, I couldn't help but notice that Velda and Carol had their hands under their plaid skirts and in their own panties.
They were both masturbating feverishly as they watched us.
“Oh yes!” Ingrid gasped when I finally began sucking wetly at her clit. I had both hands on her bare inner thighs, spreading them wider as I pressed my face even tighter into her red-haired cunt. “My God, she's making me come already! Uhhh! Oh, God, I'm coming! Yes! Keep sucking my clit!”
And, just because I was as much into it as the three of them, but still acting as if I wasn't, I managed to 'accidentally' slip a finger into Ingrid's wildly throbbing little pink asshole as she climaxed.
“Ohh God!” she moaned, squirming her bare ass in the wooden chair. “I'm coming so fucking hard! Uhhh! It's so good!”
I stayed right at her pussy, kneeling between her spread thighs with my face pressed into her crotch, sucking at her clit while I fingerfucked her twitching anus. Ingrid groaned and panted for several long moments before she
