#Lesbian #Threesome #Tween
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Final preparations are made for Jen’s pedo John to have all his fantasies to come true at once, and just in time for Christmas too, the lucky bastard!
Dear reader, let’s deal with first things first shall we. Firstly, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a corrupt police officer in your pocket must be worth two dozen more on the straight and narrow back at the station. Therefore, getting Police Constable Heather on board with my plans was a priority for me. Especially so because it turned out she was our newly appointed Resident Beat Officer and as such, would be permanently on our case now that we’d come to her attention. This being so, we needed her to be for us, rather than against us. Fortunately and morally speaking, Heather had thus far proved to be about as straight as a corkscrew, which boded well for what I was planning.
Ah yes, the planning! You know, the Scottish poet Robert Burns once wrote that “the best laid plans of mice and men oft’ go awry.” In this, he was simply paraphrasing Murphy’s Law which states that if it’s at all possible for a thing to go wrong, it most certainly will. Since what I was planning could be legally defined as Mass Child Rape, the consequences for all involved should anything “go awry” could be very dire indeed. Therefore, getting Heather on-side was essential if we weren’t all going to find ourselves falling into the deepest pit of some very very shitty legal shit.
Well, just think for a moment of all we had to lose; our individual freedoms; our homes; our jobs; our personal reputations and with that – most of our friends and loved ones. Was what I had in mind really worth the risk of losing all these things?
But then I pictured my hunky husband humping some squirming little sprog, felt the old familiar tingling and moistening in my nether regions and was damn sure it was going to be really REALLY worth it. This was going to be the most orgasmic orgy ever, because John wouldn’t be the only one enjoying these cute, up-for-anything tweenies. Oh no, the rest of us would be grabbing our share of the fun too!
Having thoroughly briefed Heather about how she was to present herself at the children’s home and furnished her with the details of twelve year old kleptomaniac extrordinaire Sonia, I toddled off to work where I put the afore naned tyke in the picture. The novel prospect of performing oral sex on a serving police officer positively blew the kid’s tiny mind. She just couldn’t wait to get arrested. A spell in a police cell away from her present overcrowded and rowdy environment must have seemed like the holiday of a lifetime to Sonia, I therefore had to gently break it to her that she wasn’t actually going to be dragged away in handcuffs. She’d merely have to gobble up some uniform clad bitch into a sexual frenzy within the confines of the children’s home in order to cop a wedge of cash. Ever the consummate professional, in no time at all, Sonia had presented me with an intimately itemized invoice for the job. I was almost surprised to find that she wasn’t actually registered for Value Added Tax!
I’d love to say everything went swingingy but have to admit there was one unforeseen complication that arose when Heather was perched on the edge of a table with little Sonia’s head between her silky white thighs. Part of iur subterfuge was that anyone copping an earful outside the door (and in this particular institution, this was inevitable), should hear some sort of interview taking place……..only it wasn’t. Sonia was in no position to speak because of her tongue permanently being out in order to service Heather’s cunt, which she was doing with gusto. This, I should have foreseen and I can only blame myself for not doing so. However, all that was coming out of Heather’s gaping mouth were sighs, gasps and moans of the sexual ecstacy variety. Anyone overhearing these would be in no doubt as to what was really going on behind the green door. This needed to be rectified and quickly. I put one hand over Heather’s mouth, only for her to grab it and start seductively sucking my fingers. Still, since it muffled her moanings, this was all to the good. However, it didn’t solve the lack of conversation problem and it quickly became obvious that since I was the only person in the room capable of speech at that precise moment, I’d have to do the talking for both of them. By varying the pitch of my voice, my hope was that this alone would suggest a conversation between an adult woman and a child was actually taking place. I started quietly, burbling any random words as they came into my head. The intension here was that anyone listening would quickly lose interest once they realised they couldn’t make out what was being said and go away. I noticed that Sonia’s petit bum was wriggling delightfully as she lapped at Heather’s labia and as I still had a free hand, I thought, “why not!”. Sticking my hand down the back of the child’s knickers, my questing fingers found sweetly yielding juvenile mounds of flesh that distracted me no end. So there we all were, each intimately joined with one another….. until Heather violently climaxed and I had to use both hands to keep her quiet.
Business completed, Sonia was rewarded with real paper money. This was swiftly secreted away in her knickers. Heather left the premises well satisfied and I figured I’d got away with my part in the subterfuge…. until I started getting feed back from the kids, the general consensus being that mine was the finest rendition of Shakespeare’s The Rape Of Lucretia they’d ever heard. Apparently, my high pitched squeeks had coincided with the pleadings of Lucretia. (There’s no knowing what might come out of my mouth once I’m sexually aroused it seems). Nobody grassed of course; connoisseurs of high pornographic art such as these kids apparently are simply don’t do that sort of thing!
Over the next few days, Jacqui, Suzy, Sonia – who was never going to be kept out of this sort of thing, and myself were busy sorting out which tweenies would be taking part in next Saturday morning’s orgy. There were many applicants as the first prize of impregnation was just too hard for the little darlings to resist. The criteria to be met was that they had to be cute; between the ages of ten and twelve; er…. oh yes, and female. Jacqui came up with two suitable candidates, Suzy with five, and Sonia volunteered herself for free; (knowing her, a most generous gesture!) Jacqui got clearance from the house manager to take eight children out food shopping as an educational exercise, provided another member of staff accompanied them. This was expected, my name was suggested and accepted as a suitable person for the job. Meanwhile, hubby John purchased a large selection of alcopops for the kids and harder liqueur for us grown ups. With the close proximity of Christmas in mind, we decorated the cellar with tinsel and stuff and stuck a fir tree, all covered with fairylights, in the corner. It had a naked fairy in top, of course, but that’s our John for you: great attention to detail.
Heather would be on duty that day but since her beat had our front door in the middle of it and we’d recently been the subject of a missing person report, she’d be sure to be popping in on “follow-up enquiries.”
We replaced the old and filthy king size mattress in the cellar with a brand new clean one and added a couple of single mattresses for good measure, just in case an individual couple fancied a little more privacy. Each person would have bin liner bag to put their discarded clothes in.
Finally, John went on an oyster rich diet and abstained from all forms of sex for the remainder of the week, just to ensure he was fully loaded and primed to shoot the highest volume and quality of spermatozoa into whoever the luckiest little recipient turned out to be.
We were ready!
The next installment will bring this particular series to an end. I can only hope, dear reader, that it’s been as much fun for you to read as it’s been for me to write.
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#Lesbian #Threesome #Tween
