| Little Author, Part 1 "Little Sophia was still lying on her back, panting heavily. With three fingers inside her 8-years-old pussy already, she could feel the desire subsiding, making place to intense satisfaction as her third orgasm in a row was approaching its climax. Her eyes closed, her mouth agape, allowing her exhausted breath in and out whenever she managed to catch one, she was the perfect picture of an angel; a masturbating, prepubescent angel. In her head, she was thinking of her classmates, friends, teachers and whoever else had caught her attention. Always more attracted to teenage girls, she was thinking of the ones she saw in the changing room at school. She pictured them in her mind, touching her everywhere, covering her in kisses; she wanted so despeartely ot feeeell tham lall ov" Jennifer took her second hand from the keyboard to join her other one in her panties, before letting it slide back up to her little early breasts. Just thinking about the girl in her story was enough to make her horny, and she saw no option but to crawl back to bed and finish what she started before resuming on her story writing. In her head, she pictured Sophia, the little nymph of her story. She had perfect, soft hair, alternating between ponytails and a long, natural flow depending on her fancies. Her little body, at a perfect age of eight, was always in need of a teenage girl to satisfy her; a teenage girl like Jen, who could take her in her arms, touching her in all her sensitive spots while rubbing her pussy against the young girl's whole body. Her eyes knew only how to to display love and lust, her face showing her to be either tender or horny, the only emotions a girl of Jennifer's fancy would ever need. Jen, tired of just rubbing her barely uncovered clit, finally inserted a finger inside her wet pussy. She kept imagining a young girl close to her, someone who would cuddle in her arms while they both touched themselves. The feel of her breath on her chest as she would suck on her nipple would easily send her over many times in a row, and she would orgasm in unison with Jen, so strong was their love for each other. Thinking of a young lover cumming close to Jennifer was enough to take her body to climax, and she reached heaven, wetting her bedsheets with her juices. Panting heavily, she turned on her side to hug her teddy, one of the last concessions to her childhood; the plush toy had undergone little change over the years, simply showing signs of wear and tear, and only recently had it become of use again, serving as a substitute lover to the teen-aged girl after another of her "personal time". Again, she caressed the toy, gently moving her hands along its soft fur, thinking of the girls she would like to make happy. Her breathing and emotions having calmed somewhat, Jen put her clothes back to their proper places and made her way back to her computer. She edited the last part's numerous typos and slowly resumed her careful writing of a world for her virtual flame to inhabit. She had Sophia orgasm again, which the girl did all the time in her mind. Just because she's not even a teenager doesn't mean she can't have multiple horny orgasms in a row, she rationalized. In her story, the young girl was a true nymphomaniac, not that she knew that word; she was never quite satisfied, even though she thoroughly enjoyed every orgasm Jen wrote her. In her next scene, the young girl was going to take a shower, having sneaked in a pair of dildos, acquired at great personal risk. "She easily slid both of the toys in her lower orifices, forcing them deep into her to reach her sensitive spots, then pushing and pulling them both one after the other, her body following the motions of the toys. She moaned hard, knowing that the noise of the shower and the distance from anyone's ears would keep her from being heard." Jen was feeling wet again, and decided to finish this scene before touching herself again. She went online to look at more lesbian movies; she had long ago figured the password to her computer's parental control, and rationalized that anyone who can't secure a computer properly doesn't deserve to have their precious daughter protected from the vile naked ladies. She touched herself while looking at whatever porn she managed to find, lamenting the fact that teenage girls weren't allowed to expose themselves to her fantasies. Keeping the volume down, she attempted to mimic the woman on the video, who inserted all four fingers into her girlfriend's pussy (They have to be girlfriends to do that, right?). She soon again lamented, this time at her inflexible vagina which couldn't take more than one of her small fingers inside. She eventually reached another orgasm; again, she lamented how her body could barely reach two orgasms in a row, incapable of reaching more no matter how many times she tried. She slowly went to write the last part of her story, where the showering girl leans back against the wall, pushing her anal toy as deep as it gets while pushing and pulling the other one with one hand and touching her completely flat (but adorable) breasts with the other. Already, Jennifer was feeling wet; but since it was almost time for her parents to come home, she decided to just save and take a rest. She already knew all the things she would have Sophia do, all the girls, mostly inspired by her classmates, with whom she would have little angelic pleasure. In her fantasies, the girls in her class were all lesbians who harbored secret crushes on her; and little girls were all precocious angels who would just love for Jen to show them how to have some fun. Laying on her bed again, she hugged her teddy, the lifelong friend who never judged her masturbation habits. Already, she was imagining all the little girls to whom she could show her story and who would beg her to show them how to have fun like that, and she wondered if there was anywhere she could show her work of young lesbians so other girls like her could enjoy her writing. |