By Suzy Freeman
I am breaking the format for this portion of my study. Instead of an interview, I’m incorporating the following as an example of how an early onset of sexual desire can affect those who experience it.
Three days later, after meeting and coupling with Erica, I was at home waiting for her to turn up with her sister Carmen. As it happened, they were bringing Carmen’s six-year-old daughter, Chantelle, who was quite sexually experienced in her own right. I was beside myself with excitement at the prospect of making love with another little girl.
I’d always seen female children as beautiful, even when I was that young myself, but this study had laid my pedophilic tendencies bare, revealing a deep-banked lust that threatened to consume me whole.
My first glimpse of Chantelle did nothing to cool my ardor. On her previous visit, Erica had praised the child’s loveliness, and this enchanting auburn-haired pixie lived up to her aunt’s words and then some. I was smitten at first glance.
As it turned out, little Chantelle had her own story to tell. Once the four of us had settled down with glasses of wine and a can of soda for Chantelle, she gave me a huge grin.
“I’m a cheerleader!” she said, her enthusiasm downright contagious.
“At your age? Very impressive,” I replied. “Are you into competitive cheerleading?”
“Uh-huh! It’s really fun.” The glint in Chantelle’s eyes told me there was more to this fun than she was telling.
“What’s the most fun part about it?” I asked, probing for details.
The child hesitated, glancing at her mother.
“You can tell Suzanne anything, pumpkin,” Carmen said. “She’s like us.”
Chantelle giggled, hugging herself. “Well, I like how Annie puts her finger in my kitty when they lift me!”
That was a thrilling surprise, to say the least. I wanted to know more. “Is Annie one of the cheerleaders?”
“Yeah. She’s eleven, but she ‘specially likes littler girls, like me. She says I’m her favorite!”
“So Annie touches you that way on purpose?”
“Yeah. The coach says we’re not s’posed to do naughty touching when there’s, y’know, people watching, but Annie does anyway. We can put our hands on each other’s butts when we’re cheerleading, but that’s all.” She giggled. “It’s okay for us to naughty touch after, though – like, um, in the changing room, or the shower.”
“Did it surprise you, the first time Annie put her finger into your kitty?”
“It totally did. But I liked it, a whole lot! I told her she could touch me that way any time.”
I could feel that familiar throb building between my thighs. “How did that make her feel?”
Chantelle was shifting about in the chair, clearly getting aroused. “She loved it! After that, me and her were girlfriends, sort of.” Leaning forward, she lowered her voice, as if sharing a secret. “One time after practice, I got Annie to come to the bathroom with me, so we could do sexy stuff!”
“That sounds amazing. Will you tell me about it?”
“Oh, sure. I had her come in the stall with me, then I pulled down my underpants and held up my skirt so she could see everything. Then I told her she could touch me, and she started rubbing my kitty. After a little bit, Annie licked her fingers and told me she liked how I tasted, and could she put her mouth on me. I told her sure, then she came close and started licking.”
“Had she ever done something like that before?”
“Lots of times, ‘cause she’s a lesbian. Her cousin Felicity taught her how. She’s seventeen and in high school. I like Felicity a lot. She’s one of our cheer coaches!”
I glanced at Carmen, who was smiling. “It’s true,” she said. “We’ve had them both over for fun and games.”
I turned back to Chantelle. “Did you lick Annie in the bathroom?”
“Yeah! She’s yummy. That was the first time, but we’ve done it a bunch more since then.”
By then, my lust was at fever pitch. If it hadn’t happened already, I was on the verge of soaking through the back of my dress. Glancing around at my guests, I said. “So, um… are we ready to have fun?”
“Well, I certainly am,” Carmen murmured. Getting to her feet, she began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. “Suzanne, you’re even sexier than Erica said you were. I can’t wait to see you out of that dress.”
“Thanks,” I said. “You’re pretty fucking hot yourself.”
Erica gestured toward her niece. “She’s ahead of us.”
Sure enough, Chantelle had taken off nearly all her clothes. As I watched, she slipped out of her panties, let them drop to the carpet, then spread her arms wide, declaring. “Here I am!”
My eyes were drawn to the cute puffiness of her pussy. I only got a brief glimpse, because Chantelle immediately began to masturbate, trailing a finger through her slit, then dipping inside those tender folds.
The adults began to disrobe. Neither Erica nor Carmen had bothered with panties or a bra, so they were nude before I was.
Leaving our clothes behind, we adjourned to my bedroom, where I presented Erica with the nude posters of Emma Watson and Hilary Duff she’d asked me for. I’d created them using an AI program that removed clothing from an image.
“Oh, my goodness!” Carmen exclaimed, looking around at the similar posters on my walls. “Where did you get these?”
“Made them myself,” I said. “It’s done with an AI program I have.”
Carmen smiled mischievously. “I need a copy of that program.”
I thought Chantelle would be fascinated by my posters; instead, she stepped in and planted her mouth on my cunt. Her tongue emerged to separate my labial folds, then she began to lick me.
“We decided to pair you up with Chantelle first,” said Erica. “I could tell by the way you’ve been looking at her that you’ve got one hell of a crush on my little girl. Me and Carmen, we’ll watch you two fuck until we feel like making it a foursome.”
Somehow I managed to stagger over to the bed, where I stretched out, thighs spread invitingly for my six-year-old lover. Going down on all fours, Chantelle got back to licking me, her tongue dancing over my vulva like a caressing flame. No doubt about it, this little girl was well versed in the art of cunnilingus, and why not? She’d had her mother and aunts as lovers since she was four, and they soon taught little Chantelle to love them in return. To her, lesbian sex was as natural as breathing.
As Chantelle ate me, she slipped a hand between her thighs and began to fondle herself, a sight that stirred my arousal even higher. I was already imagining what it would be like to taste that sweet puffy slit, to the point of licking my lips in anticipation.
Erica and Carmen stretched out on the other side of the bed, nestled into one another and lay entwined, watching Chantelle have her wicked way with me. Erica had an arm draped over her sister’s hip and a hand moving between Carmen’s thighs. I wondered how many times they had fucked since first exploring incest as little girls. It pleased me to muse on this incestuous bond between siblings, one they’d kept simmering between them into adulthood. Not for the first time, I felt a pang of regret that I’d never had a sister of my own.
Passing the time discussing sex with Chantelle and her relations had been enough to work me up before we’d even undressed, so I was in a complete state by this point, ready to go off like a rocket. I could feel the approach of my longed-for release – slowly at first, then with increasing speed, like a train running out of control and off the rails. Soon, my young lover’s tongue had me tumbling over the precipice and into the sweet oblivion of orgasm.
I didn’t bother holding back with my cries of pleasure. Wave after wave of pure sensation swept over me, and soon, I was a quivering mass of flesh, small shockwaves of pleasure buzzing throughout my body as I lay there recovering from the miracle of being loved by a child who was probably still in kindergarten.
Looking up, I saw both Erica and Carmen giving me knowing smiles. “Quite the prodigy, isn’t she?” Erica murmured.
“Incredible,” I mumbled, sitting up to take a swallow of water from the bottle on my nightstand. “I’ve been with seasoned dykes who couldn’t eat pussy like that. You should be proud of her.”
“Oh, we are, we are,” Carmen said. “Now… what are you going to do for her?” She jerked a thumb in her daughter’s direction.
I glanced down to a wondrous sight: little Chantelle stretched out, legs spread wide and both hands behind her head. Her slit was slightly open, the pink interior making me think of strawberry candy. “My turn!” she chirped, giving her hips a little wiggle.
“She’s absolutely luscious,” Carmen assured me. “I’ve never tasted a sweeter pussy.”
My mouth was watering in anticipation as I positioned myself between the child’s thighs, pausing just long enough to breathe in her scent, a perfume that had my head spinning. Extending my tongue, I trailed the tip through Chantelle’s opening, the sharp tang of her cunt. Her mother was right – she was delicious.
I began to bathe the rosy cleft with deeper, thirstier licks – and then my doorbell rang. I instantly knew who it was and what she wanted.
“That would be Hannah,” I said, raising my head.
Apparently Erica, who had met and shared a passionate kiss with Hannah on her last visit, had given her sister the details about my pedo-curious neighbor, because Carmen’s eyes lit right up. She said, “I’ll let her in. Keep doing what you’re doing, Suzanne.” She rose from the bed and exited the room, still completely naked.
As I continued to go down on Chantelle, I heard the voices of Carmen and Hannah, accompanied by the blissful purrs of my underage lover.
“Oh, my,” I heard my neighbor say. “Aren’t you a lovely sight! I’m Hannah; I live next door.”
“I know. I’ve heard some very interesting things about you, Hannah. I’m Carmen, Erica’s younger sister. We’re enjoying ourselves in the bedroom. Care to join us?”
“Oh, of course! I heard Suzy having what sounded like a very powerful orgasm, and decided to crash the party.”
“Erica told us you’d probably be dropping by,” Carmen said. “Come with me… the fun and games are just getting started.” There were laughs as they approached the bedroom.
I could only imagine the sight that greeted my neighbor as she peered through the door. I was bent over six-year-old Chantelle with my mouth fastened to her sweet pussy, Erica masturbating as she watched, all of us naked. Stealing a quick glance, I was pleased to see Hannah removing her own clothes. Like Erica and Carmen, she wore nothing beneath her outer garments, which were soon discarded.
Closing my eyes, I gave my full attention to the little girl spread out before me, going down on her with every trick I had in my oral repertoire. Going by Chantelle’s response, it was working, too. her thighs were quivering, mewls of delight escaping her lips. Her fingers were snarled in my hair, and I could feel her grip tighten as I brought her closer to ecstasy.
Oh, my Lord,” Hannah breathed. She knelt on the bed, drawing close for a good view of what my mouth was doing to this little girl. A gasp escaped her lips, and I wondered if she was playing with herself, or one of the other women was sampling Hannah’s treats. I felt some movement, but wasn’t sure what it was, so I raised my eyes just long enough to see Carmen licking my neighbor from behind, long licks that trailed from Hannah’s cunt to her anus. Erica was standing, driving her fingers in and out of Carmen’s pussy, fucking her sister so hard that she squished with each stroke.
I continued to feast on Chantelle’s puffy slit. She wasn’t exactly juicy, but it’s not as easy for little girls to lubricate compared to grown women. I kept at it, though, and eventually coaxed her nectar forth. She loved it, squirming beneath me as I lavished her with kisses, licks, and nibbles, approaching what I naturally assumed was her first orgasm of the day.
Soon, her movements were becoming more and more insistent, until she was thrusting her vulva against my mouth. Moments later, a massive orgasm seized Chantelle, and her squeals of delight filled the room. I continued to lick the child as she peaked, then gently nuzzled her slit while she floated back to earth.
Panting for breath, Chantelle nestled into my arms. We shared a few luscious, passionate kisses, then her attention was captured by her mother, her aunt, and my neighbor, all making love in a heated tangle. My sleepy-eyed lover pointed at Hannah, who was going down on Carmen, and asked, “Who’s that with Mommy?”
I gazed at her, marveling that this child of six was so comfortable with her sexuality that she was perfectly happy to have a woman she’d never met watch her receiving oral from a grownup. It occurred to me that Chantelle was living proof of how advantageous it was for a little girl to embrace her sexual nature from an early age.
Placing a kiss on her nose, I murmured, “That’s my neighbor Hannah. She likes little girls, the same way I do. She’s never… been with one before, though.”
Chantelle went from relaxed to alert in an instant. “Cool! She can do stuff to me if she wants. D’you think she would like to lick my kitty?”
“Maybe, but only if you want her to.”
Chantelle smiled. “Oh, I do! Doing sex with pretty ladies is even better than ice cream! And I LOVE ice cream.”
“Are you saying you’d let any lady lick you if she wanted to?”
She thought for a moment. “Well, no. Only if Mommy says it’s okay.” She paused, watching the others fuck. “Do you think Mommy will let Miss Hannah lick me? It sure looks like she would.”
I had to smile at that. “Yes, sweetie. I’m sure she’d be okay with it.”
“Good,” Chantelle said, then gave an enormous yawn. “Well, if she likes, Miss Hannah can wake me up the way Mommy does ev’ry morning.” Her eyes drifted shut. “She – she always…” Right in the midst of speaking, the child nodded off in my arms, leaving me curious about what she’d meant by that last remark.
As the six-year-old dozed, I watched as the three women arranged themselves in a daisy chain. Hannah was licking Erica, who was licking her sister Carmen, who was licking Hannah. I found myself wondering who would be the first to come. Their mingled sounds of delight made it impossible to tell.
It turned out that Hannah was first, squealing loudly as her climax hit. Carmen did her best to gulp down my neighbor’s juices as they flowed from her vagina, but a few drops went astray. I can’t say I was surprised. Having gone down on Hannah more than a few times since we became friends, I can attest that she had the wettest pussy I’ve ever encountered in a sex partner.
Less than a minute later, Carmen had her own orgasm, immediately followed by Erica. Afterward, the three women lay sprawled about in a loose circle, working to catch their breath.
Hannah glanced my way, grinning when she saw me cradling the naked child, my hand resting on her flawless bottom. “Oh, what a darling!” she cried. “Suzanne, you gave her such a lovely orgasm that she fell asleep!”
“I suppose I did do that, but now it’s your turn. Chantelle wants to awaken with your mouth on her pussy,” I said. Turning to Carmen, I asked, “Your daughter also said, ‘Like Mommy does.’ What did she mean by that?”
She blushed slightly. “It’s this… regular thing I do with Chantelle. You see, whenever I wake my little girl in the morning, I like to make her come with my mouth. You know, before she gets out of bed. After all, what better way is there to start your day?”
Needless to say, I was enormously impressed by Carmen’s devotion. Small wonder Chantelle is such a happy child! “What a lovely idea!” I exclaimed.
Hannah spoke up. “Um… so it’s okay if I do that to her?”
“Sure,” Carmen said. “It’s what she wanted from you, after all. Go ahead – make my little girl feel good.”
Still cuddling Chantelle, I positioned the girl on her back, then Hannah got between the sleeping child’s legs and began to adorn her mound with soft kisses. Then her tongue emerged, and she began to trace that smooth pink cleft, now and then pausing to savor the girl’s aroma before licking her again.
I moved in to get a closer look. Hannah wore a dreamy expression, her eyes glazed over with lust. I knew she’d longed to explore lesbian love with a little girl for years… and at long last, her fantasy was coming true. By then, she’d covered Chantelle’s pussy with her mouth, probing inside with her tongue.
Soon, Chantelle began to stir, her breath growing ragged as she responded to the oral love my neighbor was giving her. I wondered what was happening in her dream right then
The child’s eyes opened, and she smiled at me as I cuddled her close. My God, she was enchanting.
Then she looked down between her legs, cooing with delight when she saw Hannah licking her gently, focusing on her tiny clit. Chantelle lay back with a happy sigh, spreading her legs ever wider. “Yes. Lick me, please,” she said in a quivering voice. Then her eyes met mine. “Miss Suzanne… can I get a kiss?”
I leaned down, my heart going ninety miles an hour, and our mouths met. As our kiss deepened, I felt my body and soul glow with the love I felt for this divine creature. She was a marvelous kisser, well-trained by her mother and aunt. Her tongue engaged mine, and then they were caught up in a playful dance.
Within a couple of minutes, Chantelle began to moan as what I now knew to be her third orgasm of the day began to manifest itself. I watched as the child’s eyes took on the glazed look of ecstasy, then she cried, “Oh! Oooooohh yes, oh, YES!” She shook helplessly in my arms as the climax took her, then went completely limp. Hannah stayed with her while she came, lightly nuzzling Chantelle’s glistening sex until her movements ceased, with only small tremors remaining in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Thank you,” Chantelle whispered as, once again, she dozed off in my arms. I wanted her to stay there all night so I could awaken her the same way Carmen did, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen.
I carefully disentangled myself from Chantelle and drew a sheet over her bare body, then we four women went to the living room for a drink and a chat. We didn’t bother getting dressed.
As we sipped wine, Carmen asked, “Can my daughter and I visit you again sometime? She really likes you… and so do I.”
Placing a hand on hers, I replied, “If you don’t, my feelings will be hurt.”
About half an hour later, Chantelle woke and wandered out into the living room to find us. The sight of the nude child had my lust stirring again, but I sensed that our sex party was over for the day.
Erica, Carmen, and Chantelle got dressed to leave shortly thereafter, and we all exchanged kisses. Hannah and I remained naked, and I knew that for her, at least, the fun had just begun.
When they’d left, Hannah looked at me and said, “Oh, my God. My first time with a little girl, finally. It was even better than I’d hoped. Chantelle’s pussy was delicious. I loved going down on her.”
“Me too,” I said.
“I want you now,” she said, cupping her left breast.
I glanced at the clock. “Are you sure? Won’t your husband be home soon?”
“Let him listen in from our apartment. He knows you and I have fucked.”
“He does?”
“I told him I was into women on our first date. Doesn’t bother him at all. He’ll probably jerk off while listening.”
“Will you tell him about making love to Chantelle?”
“Hell, no. He’d freak out. That’s not his thing at all.”
With that, we went into my bedroom and fucked for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe Hannah’s husband listened in, maybe not. I didn’t ask, and I didn’t care. My only interest right then was in Hannah, who I brought to two frenzied orgasms.
As we nestled together afterward, I thought about what an absolutely perfect day it had been, thanking my lucky stars that I’d had come up with this idea for a dissertation study.
On to Chapter Seven!