The Journey with Memorable Heaven, Part 2

by Bevresel

This story, like all my other stories, is entirely fictional and involves no real people, places or events.

Chapter 3

Silata went to school the next day in a blizzard of her twisted emotions, wishing to be home again by the computer to re-enter website Heaven. Yet for today, she was set to merely reduce herself to her fantasies for the whole six hours of Hell she'd submit to by the unjust law of the education department. School may be one of the most wretched things on Earth, yet she couldn't avoid it as of yet. As she passed by the primary however, her mind shifted from her dread and focused in on two girl-children nearby. Thus instantly staining her panties when she took in their appearance, seated carelessly on a bench by the playground. The blonde with her legs half splayed with her sneakered foot at rest between the arm and torso of the brunette who lay horizontal to her friends vertical position and had her head cradled in her lap.

Silata lost count of how many minutes her head must have been frozen in a state of staring toward them and time only caught up with her when she realised both the children she was spying upon had now locked gazes with her in curiosity. Was the brunette rubbing her panties as she watched her? Was she really... no, that would have to be yesterday's pornography effect. Despite all her desire, Silata fought the urge to look back at them one last time and stumbled into the grounds of the high school.

The day dragged past in the usual manner of her week day mornings. She left one class merely to stagger into another, breathless yet without having done any official work. She breezed through each awful worksheet without a single moment of thought put into it. It was what circled around her own life which constantly throbbed pain deep into her gut that was the centre attention of her thinking. The worry of how her future was possibly going to have any security at all in a life such as hers. She was a pedophile lesbian. Alas, while it was normal for other girls her age to have boyfriends or in some brave cases, even girlfriends, nothing held any hopeful possibility for her. Not when her lust resided only in what a primary school child had to offer. She looked miserably in the direction of the primary school whenever she ate lunch, despite her view being shielded by several trees. And how she pictured a field of little Dilenas and Julias far out of her grasp. Oh how desperately she wanted to be among them.

With the sun glaring down at her and firing intense rays of heat upon the entire school field, many students had no energy to do much other than sit around to their confined little benches. So deep in grief was Silata that she quickly transferred hers into a little bed and curled up upon this metal plank of warmth beneath her body, sleeping away the lunch hour and using her unused homework notebook as a pillow. She watched from her horizontal position, a boy and girl each of about sixteen years, kissing violently upon the tennis courts. The guy was obviously in the midst of some horny eruption for he was tugging her skirt up and she didn't in the least seem to mind, simply gluing her lips over his mouth and enjoying the moment they spent together. From her little sidewards view, Silata desperately tried to find any part of the scene arousing and simply couldn't. She awoke to find the side of her face was damp since she had cried a small puddle onto her notebook pillow. Thus the lunch break and the painful sleep which did little to soothe her isolation came to an end. She'd always be secluded. A perverse female that most of the world would be happy if she were dead. But that was her life, and she would grimly tell herself day after day that she had to either live it or end it.

Deciding she couldn't manage any longer without some form of day brightener, she was daring enough to use the next school period as a means to revisit the website. Most of the class had abandoned the computer room in the hopes to witness a fight. Unlike most students, fights didn't interest Silata. Rather, they terrified her. For she knew she wouldn't last a second when dragged into one. At least at this stage in her life, she considered herself physically fragile. But perhaps that was simply an assumption based on her emotional fragility.

However, she braved herself to make the most of the twenty minutes the class was gone, bringing the website up almost to full screen upon her little corner laptop and viewed a special little video she correctly assumed would get her leaking. And arousal was her best means of Anti-depressant. It drew her mind far away from her problems and thrust them into her pleasant sexual fantasies. So she made the most of this video indeed.

A child dressed up for the video ungowned herself from her night garments, nice and slowly. She was dark haired, pale in skin, ankles and wrists wrapped in gold bracelets, thus all the things which appealed to Silata. Along with the shape of her body and its firm little ass, slowly unveiled to the camera lens as her gown slid lower and exposed her rear. Silata leaned forward and came close to drooling at the precious sight before her gaze. She had to snap around in a natural reflex to check no one was re-entering the classroom.

Once she was positive, she returned her view to the video yet again. The child stepped forward and parted her legs in doing so, leaning back and exposing the pure clean little vaginal slit before the viewers. Now, with her black and red patterned pyjamas thrown upon a crumpled pile behind her, the fully naked child got upon all fours, still staring deep at her viewer with those dark little eyes. Silata felt uncomfortably out of her body's control as one hand lifted her skirt and played over her panties, feeling her slit through her pants and she was agonised to at least thrust one finger inside. Hell, she'd have brutally penetrated herself with as many fingers as she could fit, even if she didn't get one seconds chance to rub her clit. She simply wanted to feel that child's fingers up her vagina. Yet of course, she fought the urge with a great battle of will and concentrated on the video from its commencing to its ceasing.

The black haired child was at least eight and another little blonde girl about two years her senior then entered. Although Silata had never been slightly turned on by a dick, a fake one when used by a female got her juices flowing just as evidently as tribbing or cunt rubbings did. The blonde had an instrument the size of perhaps a thirteen year olds penis strapped about her waist in a tight pair of black underwear. The fake little plastic tool jutted right out in front, permanently erect while its base visibly rubbed over the ten year olds pussy as was evident from her swoons.

Her legs lightly glistened as well as she lined herself up before the first child upon all fours and thrust her little hips forth, sliding the fake member into the little girls cunt and bringing out instant charms to her already charm clustered face. "Oh fuck yes!," the black haired girl cried at the top of her lungs, only lightly struggling to keep on her hands and feet while the blonde girl slowly retreated then slid in again, increasing speed gradually with a content grin on her little face. "God this feels so fricking good!," she cried again.

Her tight fleshed buttocks were gripped upon the sides by the tiny hands of the child screwing her cunt from behind. She also rubbed her thighs, massaging them graciously, now and then stopping to lightly spit upon her hands to lube up the moment into even more of a heat. The first girls face turned from one of cheeky little teasing's to pure, pleasure clouded ecstasy and Silata could easily see how desperately her body was thrusting back to receive more from what the little plastic tool administered by the other girl could grant her.

Her little muscles tensed up, her face blushed and she uttered little squeals from between her tiny lips while she felt her hips constantly grabbed and used as a hold for the planting of the small fake penis further in her miniature pussy. She couldn't hold back leaking around the device as it continued to both lightly batter and frig against her clitoris when withdrawn while at almost the same time, delving deeper up her cunt when it was thrust back into its original course.

The girl from behind cried aloud, a splendid little smile of triumph on her otherwise innocent and mildly freckled young face. "Yeah, take it. Take it bitch! I can see you love it." She rode forth her little hips, drew back and plunged in again in a style which she was trying very hard to imitate from a males movements. In fact, coming from an entirely incestuous family which practiced sex all the time, she liked to watch her older brothers and sisters fuck and was now trying to screw this little girl in a manner which resembled one of her frenzied brothers. Yet although the imitation was childish and clumsy, Silata enjoyed watching it with a little humour and also enjoyed the fact that it managed to bring the first girl through at least three orgasms.

The first one was rather slow as the young child was just getting use to having the device up there. Yet when it started battering lightly against her sensitive clitoris, she strained not to break the all fours position and rub herself. She shut her eyes and breathed heavily, slowly pushing herself nearer with intensely arousing thoughts during the fucking and at last sighed as she fell into a mild delirium, her fingers and toes twitching from the whole experience but her goosefleshed body remained perfectly in its starting position.

The next occurred as the girl behind continued to casually thrust into the very lubricated little hole. In and out she delved and all the more further was her cunted little friend aroused. The first time she'd stammered light unintelligible pleas for her friend to slow down. They were deliberately unintelligible for she had made herself slur her voice due to the fact that in the back of her mind, she knew she didn't want her friend to slow down. And when she was approaching her second release, she absolutely wished for her to speed up.

"Come on Christie!," she yelled, keeping herself balanced and the cheekiness returning to her face while she stared deep into the camera. "You're fast at absolutely everything. You can win all our school marathons so you can screw me faster and harder than this. Oh yea, that's it. That's it!" Christie pushed in and out in a now antagonized state, wanting to prove how fast she could really be. Her eyes went wild and she enjoyed the feeling of the dildo massaging her clitoris extra well the faster she pummelled this girls cunt before her.

"You want it fast, then at your peril you'll have it girly!," Christie yelled to the younger child and lightly slapped her thigh while riding the dildo in faster, causing both the slaps and the series of similar hand swatting actions which followed to echo. Somewhat of a masochist, the first child was thrown over the edge with those slaps as all the while the second one continued to thrust her harder. At the end of the orgasmic sequel, the first then begged the second to take it out.

"Okay I've had enough for now Christie... oh, stop!" Christie ignored her and soon she was very thankful that she'd been ignored. Thanks to the dildos continued thrust, the little girl could hardly believe it, but she felt herself falling into that same dizziness again which indicated she was close to another nerve tickling dispersal. Soon she was screaming back to her friend. "Harder, harder! Ohh!" She oozed around the dildo and trembled, her little arms at last falling out from in front of her and she only managed to save her face by supporting herself with one elbow.

Although her legs also kicked up behind her, Christie followed her down with the dildo and continued thrusting with her red faced, perspired body in the deliberate intent to bring the younger child all the way through. And thus she did, finally losing a little vision in a dizzy feeling of faintness. She wanted to stand proud over the girl she'd finished fucking however feeling her feet slide out from under her to accompany her dizziness, the exhausted Christie collapsed upon the first girl and the dildo popped out and lodged between her thighs. Their naked bodies lay on top of each other at the end of this brilliantly filmed masterpiece.

Silata glanced around. Still no one in the room and surprisingly, she managed to get through another video. A little eight year old blonde girl was riding an electronic pony ride in an abandoned mall. She was beautiful, despite the fact her lightly tanned face was mostly red blush and her body had a slight inflation of chubbiness. Yet when looking at her eyes and pretty little mouth, one could not doubt she was a beautiful child.

She wore a black singlet which dipped between her legs and between her ass crack, barely covering her slit and acting as a G-string upon her ass. Her feet were sandalled and the toes painted gold. Her chest was flat and tightly compressed in the suit, no doubt very sensitive to touch behind the layer of costume which covered that torso. Her bare arms reached down and had the hands fastened around the plastic pony ears. Her buttocks stuck up in the air slightly thanks to the slope of the saddle, the camera surveillance changing angle to reveal the perfect hump of a g-stringed behind to a full view. Upon glancing this, Silata's genitals nearly burned with desire.

The girl sat forward although would now and then release the pony's ears to comfortably lean back and place her hands upon her hips, giving a 'yee hah' to the camera. The motion of the ride brought the plastic seat up and against her pussy several times, grinding past in the slow warmth of heated vibration. Light beads of perspiration circled down her arms and over her thighs while her blushed face visibly showed signs of intense arousal judging by her lightly frowning and half grinning expression. A mixture of feelings while she came close to cumming yet was at constant awareness of the camera.

She was probably told to hold out as long as possible to prolong the videos delicious suspense. Yet once getting that perfect little cunt covered by that perfect line of fabric into just the right positioning over the saddle, the grinding was at a constant warm attention to her pussy and she started to tremble, her glistening legs shaking as she grasped ahold of the pony's ears again and swooned in her first little eruption, gasping extra loudly so the camera could hear.

"Oh shit! Oh God!" She spurted down her thighs while vigorously meeting the plastic back of the machine in a faster series of rubs than it could issue up to her. Seeming to calm down, she sat back slightly out of breath and groaned, moving down the sides to her singlet top and slowly showing more and more tender bare shoulder and finally, the two flat nipples dotting her chest. She grinned and tilted her head to one side, staring with full camera lust as she let the suit slide down over her bare belly and fall over her upper legs, almost turning into a dress. Slowly, she stood up until both feet were directly placed on the rocking pony's back. She'd obviously been trained to do this and was indeed a young gymnast.

She kicked the clothes right off with her left sandal and the camera briefly got a full view of her bare body. Her gorgeous, seductive tight skinned thighs, cute little orifice of a vaginal slit tipped off with a suckable little clitoris. Two tiny nipples upon a flat chest. You name it. Then sitting her now naked pussy back down upon the saddle, she swooned more violently than ever to its warming rubbing effects. Her tiny little cunt bubbled against the interiors of her upper thighs as the fake pony sped up and rubbed its saddle harder against the moist little clit.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!," her little voice cried as she vigorously humped that thrumming saddle harder and slickened it down with another orgasm she now produced with her bare cunt. With it drumming over her clitoris now constantly, her follow up flow was not only easier to enjoy but also far more lengthy. She let the juices slide from her body and felt all the tender nerves washed with the warm liquids the child squirted over the rubbing machine. They had to wait until the darling was entirely relieved of the throbbing pleasures of this emission before granting her a tool to use to enhance the arousal sates of the viewer's genitals.

It was a whip, frequently used in horse riding. Giggling, the child slapped it over the plastic rear to the pony a series of vicious times, her eyes growing darker with the loud cracks of the whips sound. She kept her cunt carefully rubbed by the saddle tip as she continued to abuse the false ponies rear, yelling extra loud. "Giddy up! Go on!," she yelled while striking the machine again and again until at last she couldn't hold out and dropped the whip, clutching onto the giant plastic ears yet again as she spilled her third discharge upon the saddle which relentlessly continued to vibrate and massage her intimate area, causing it to become more and more raw with pleasure yet refusing to let up. Her echoing sigh filled the cords of the headphones which ran straight to Silata's ears and it was not until she felt a tap on her shoulder that the arousal in her panties was replaced by an explosion of agonizing fear.

She ripped the headphones out first, in her panicked confusion wondering why the hell she thought that was her first priority. Secondly, she drastically minimized the screen and turned toward the intruder who'd already seen exactly what she was watching. And only thirdly was she able to register who the interrupter was.

High school bitch Lisina Murphy. Or at least, a high school bitch on assumption. Lisina frequently hung around with the other girls whom feasted on everyday conventional life like it was the greatest meal ever dished to them. And Lisina, was a background character who followed them about. Her breasts were slow developing, her hair golden and her body in decent figure yet all this was surpassed as nothing by the eyes of Silata. For Lisina was a teenager and flecked with unappealing pimples everywhere. Each and every inch of her serviced some dimension of haunting normality that Silata would hate (even more than her isolation) to be a part of. She tried to always look like a sturdy individual before Lisina's cold and frequently questioning gaze. However in this case, she was in stammers and loss for words, realising this awful person she barely knew had just caught her red handed viewing child sex videos.

"Silata, what was that?," Lisina demanded to know in that tone which she always took with just about anyone. Including but not limited to, her friends. And now, to Silata who was still basically a stranger to her, she addressed her darkly at first. "That honestly looked like a little girl in that video. A real young little girl. Were you looking up porn during..."

Silata tried to stand up but her ankles got tangled and she fell back down again, her heart thundering in her chest and her misery coming very close to oozing out. "I-I I-just... I," she stammered for words, feeling the tears flow down her cheeks and create hot little floods. Instantly, noticing how distressed she was, Lisina for the first time showed a side to Silata she'd never seen before. She kindly took a seat beside her and let her arm drift around her shoulder, whispering gently.

"Look its okay. I won't tell anyone. Come on, dry your eyes. The rest of the class will be back soon."

"Please promise you won't tell anyone," Silata wheezed miserably. "I couldn't possibly cope with going to jail. I just couldn't."

"It's okay honey, I already promised. No one will know. But I would like to talk about this some more. Meet me by the tennis court at tomorrows lunch break. I promise I'll be there alone. You should come alone too. Just so we can get all this sorted out. Okay?"

"Okay," Silata snivelled. What else was there to say. If Silata had testicles, then Lisina's hand would be wrapped right around them. She had her by the balls with this and she couldn't for one second risk Lisina telling anyone of what she saw. Yet the day was soon over and Lisina departed with her friends, a flock of crazy babbling high school students Silata could never hope to intrude upon to get a moment alone with her. No, she'd simply have to live out the painful afternoon and night then try her best to quench all her worries at the tennis courts the following day. Either they'd be quenched by Lisina or inflamed.

Yet right now, it wasn't healthy to think of the trap she was in and Silata forced it to the back of her mind, knowing her anxiety would offer her nothing useful. Her anxiety returned quite frequently of course, despite her efforts. Just like the painful memories of Dilena always would. Yet the trick was not to give into them and as soon as she was through her door and home alone again, she set herself right up before the computer and stored herself away in her video realm. It was simply the only place she could think to run to at a time like this. On the websites front page, she deliberately selected the video with the longest run time in the intent to stay away from the outside world as long as possible. She spent the whole afternoon watching it. Here's how it played out over her safe little house-computer screen.

The field being filmed was set out in the outline of a school race. Three girls, all of which were around ten years of age had their asses raised high and their balance upon both the toes of their sneakers and their fingertips as they prepared to dash forward from that formal racing position. The first was a slender brunette, clothed in a tight red coloured racing suit which had been crafted down into a G-string about her hard, pale butt cheeks. One could easily slap a hand to either ass cheek and enjoy the thrum of her butt running through their tingling palm. It would be a juicy little connection between your hand and her ass were you to make that rough contact. Her slender legs were slick with a little running perspiration amid a few juices which glistened over her thighs.

Either she was extremely aroused or had already participated in a prior sex video before this one. Either way, she was oiled up for the race. Her face was gorgeous and only lightly nipped with freckles and appeared to be the perfect youthful development of a young teenager. From behind her suit, Silata could guess one very precious little slit was making rubbing contact with the fabric loop of her costume. Her name was printed over the back of her racing costume. Or at least, a name in which the cast was comfortable with the viewer relating sexily to. 'Silena' was spelled in big white letters upon the label drawn over the red rear to her tight clothed body.

In line with her was a girl whose hair was so pale blonde it was almost white. However her limbs themselves were all nicely tanned. Her eyes were a savage blue, her face patterned by just a few early pimples. Despite the other girls not carrying such trends in this activity, she had about five gold necklaces dangling from her neck, one of which wedged down into her costume. She also wore Satanic wrist bands and several silver bracelets about her ankles. Her costume was dark blue and seemed to come to an even tighter dip through her tanned ass. But it was a beautiful tan, the skin attractive and honey-coloured. Not a single segment was misaligned by any red burns or white patches. It was if her entire body was painted in just the perfect tone. Her nipples, although tiny, were rock hard and visible through her suit. As the camera zoomed in toward her crotch, leakage was not yet visible like it was with Silena's. In black letters which were a little hard to read over the dark blue costume, Silata made out the name 'Juleta.'

The third and last girl in the race was a plump yet adorable black haired young nymphet who looked to be the eldest. Yet Silata would have gladly glued her lips about the cunt lips of the last one just as eagerly as she would the first. She was beautiful with the most sensitive, fresh skin upon her arms and legs, the lower of the latter enclosed by a pair of striped socks which ran almost all the way up to her knees. Her rear was entirely uncovered as the long shirt she wore didn't provide a G-string at all. The camera zoomed in and Silata was quite embarrassed that she felt her stomach rumble at the sight of that very delicious virgin anal hole exposed to the camera.

Of course, it probably wasn't virgin judging by the fact the participant was obviously a regular young pornstar. Yet, always a little girls ass looked fresh to Silata. No matter how many sexual weapons had entered it. Her upper thighs lightly trembled under the massaging hand of the camera man as he moved close to inspect her, allowing the viewer to get the best of views of her body. The aim hooked under and Silata watched her little, fresh slit and clitoris lightly tremble before the lens, dripping juices upon the race track in her high state of arousal. As for her face, it was just as delicious as the rest and she puckered her lips at the camera and blew the viewer a kiss. Silata caught it and slapped her hand to her mouth, swallowing it down just for the sake of it. The name printed in purple letters over the orange t-shirt of the last girl read 'Zoe.'

Standing aside, the invisible cameraman zoomed into the race track now each and every girl had their share of close-ups to the camera angles. The viewer was fully associated with them all and could better enjoy the film now. Silata leaned forward, her excited eyes gleaming as she watched the first act of the video then take place. "Alright," the camera man announced. "Each of you girls, Silena, Juleta and Zoe will be taking place in several events for the viewer's enjoyment. The first is a short race from one end of this field to the other. The places you arrive in at the end will first determine which order you will lick each others behinds. Ready, set go!"

A starter pistol was fired and each girl took off, their beautiful sleek figures showing bare leg and butts in the most wondrous flexing of youthful muscles. Silata felt wet viewing the race alone. Juleta reached the end first, Silena coming in close behind and Zoe tagged in last. Thus, Juleta got the gift of being the beneficiary of several orgasmic favours while not having to tongue them out to anyone else. Silena received a most generous ass licking from Zoe while having to submit hers to Juleta. With no one to tongue her ass, Zoe was left to be content with her own masturbation during the result of this first event.

Juleta groaned, grinning widely and exposing some very shine tinged white teeth as her tanned behind was tongued furiously by Silena. She delve her tongue into the crack after first passionately showering kisses on either ass cheek. The clean little G-string was briefly clenched in her teeth and the juices from it suckled into her mouth before Silena sliced it apart with a small pair of scissors and fell to worshipping the bare behind itself. Juleta's cries turned to high pitched squeals as the tongue flicked over the exposed anus, tickled the tip about the rim and suckled the flesh of both buttocks into the small hardworking mouth. Her knees trembled but her arms kept her supported while the favours done unto her precious tanned rear resulted in further dripping from her tiny little cunt. Reaching under with one hand, Silena even generously tickled her clitoris until the entire pelvis of the other girl seemed to quake in the most extreme shakings of arousal.

Meanwhile, Silena was in the throes of several happy trickles herself while Zoe worked wonders to her ass hole. Feeling the third place runner's mouth worshipping her runner-up behind got her sexual nerves thoroughly sizzling. Silena shut her eyes, went to bite her lip in tension yet remembered she had to continue offering Juleta favours. Zoe suckled heartily on the behind displayed to her, her tiny mouth like a small engine pumping its tongue in and out and lapping it over the tender orifice, lightly even intruding at some points through the rim. Silena sighed, moaned and flowed right into Zoe's mouth as an orgasm was brought forth from her body under the continued love of such a precious segment. Zoe just managed to duck her mouth down into position with her cunt in time to catch it. This was all managed around the thin line of her G-string which Zoe also sliced off for better access once Juleta's was also cut. Now all three girls had bare buttocks to burn incense at such luxurious body temples. They worshipped their asses and both Zoe and Silena managed to leak in further intense arousal shortly after their first little emissions.

Juleta, guessing she ought to save her cum, drew away from the others as she felt the tickling of her ass hole bringing on yet another discharge. They got to their feet and cuddled once this first round was complete, slowly rubbing up against each other and in doing so, shedding the skin of their race clothing until all participants body parts were bare and naked. Thus in this pure natural form, the events for the three girls pursued.

The next was long jump. A lengthy indoor pool was drawn out before them with obviously a considerably safe depth. The three girls stood several metres away, all still naked from the first events and with grass still clinging in some places to their shins and the base of their heels. The camera man announced. "Alright, first girl to fall in will be relentlessly brought to orgasm until she can stand it no more. Let it begin."

Zoe, nervously staring about the room, dashed forward without hesitation and flung herself from one end of the pool, just the right amount of force shooting through her body so she landed safely on the other side, breathing a sigh of relief. Silena's jump was nearly an exact copy. Her feet left one end of the pool and landed upon the other, only with the heels hanging slightly over the edge. And slightly was enough for her to rock back and flail her arms, falling right into the cold water and squealing in both laughter yet disappointment. The girls helped pull her out and as she sat on the edge of the pool, she was warmed and dried.

In the next shot, the camera was focusing in on a hot tub several yards away from the pool. Silena was guided into it, step by step until it was up to her waist and she sighed, leaning back against the edge and enjoying the warm, muscle soothing liquid. The other girls joined her, also enjoying the warmth. Then as they were instructed, Juleta ran her tongue over one side of Silena's face while Zoe did so to the other. In turn, each of them sucked her mouth while reaching out of the water, their hands fondled her flat breasts and tickled over her nipples.

Silena was thoroughly comfortable with it, breathing heavily yet joyously. Then, as per instruction, Zoe slid her hand beneath the water and fingered the other girls naked pussy while Juleta concentrated on massaging her breasts. Silena's breathing increased, her face turning hot and red with pleasure and enjoyment then all of a sudden she squealed, shooting a little squirt from her pussy into the warm water. However the other two girls didn't let up.

Juleta sealed her lips over Silena's mouth to quieten her cries, forcing her tongue into that gorgeous, lusting jaw while Zoe enclosed her in a hug from behind, sitting her friends butt upon her thighs. Reaching down, she continued to frig Silena's cunt while Silena was forced to continue kissing Juleta. Both of Juleta's hands were at work on her breasts, massaging them, lightly squeezing what was to be squeezed while teasing the nipples with her finger tips. Silena's right arm was pressed against the side of the spa and not much use in its position. Whenever her left tried to intrude and force either the hand away from her cunt or the hands away from her breasts, Zoe's spare arm would grab the wrist and lightly guide it aside. In this motion, the bubbling water frothed while the girls trembled under the mild struggles of Silena and they brought a second orgasm pouring out. Silena then tore her lips away from Juleta and cried aloud.

"Oh it's so good! But I'm not sure if I can take another one... I just." Ignoring her, Juleta now reached down and from beneath the water (although the camera couldn't see this) she managed to squeeze one of her fingers into her friends tender cunt right alongside Zoe's. Staring knowingly into each other's eyes, both girls frigged their little friend together, Zoe licking her shoulder constantly while Juleta would kiss her deeply whenever she complained, even slobbering a little of her hot mouth moisture down her chin. They would also allow their spare hands to massage her all over, tickle her along the thighs and grasp firmly at her buttocks. Beneath the water, Zoe and Juleta even had Silena's ankles trapped between the bases of their feet. In this motion, they continued making those loud moans of orgasmic pleasure amid their suckling noises and before long, Silena shook in their grasp yet again and they hugged her all the tighter, speeding up their frigging until once again she released into the warmth of the spa, crying loudly up toward the ceiling.

Before she could say anything, Juleta kissed her again and this time, Silena violently French kissed her back, brought right to the edge of not caring. She reached behind in this extreme ecstasy and even guided Zoe's spare arm to plunge a finger right through her wet anus and feel about her rectum. While Zoe shook this finger of hers planted within the other child and started to cause the orgasm to begin at the base of her rear which shook through her entire pelvical area, Juleta massaged her clit with her thumb whilst still driving her finger now as far up the soaked cunt as it could fit. Silena swooned and cried aloud, seeming to struggle to breathe over the steam of the spa and nearly blacked out, falling into their arms again while her cunt turned extra tender. Then, when this one last stage of pure dizziness was finally disposed of, she well and truly started shrieking. "That's enough, please no more. NO MORE!"

"Okay, that's enough girls," The camera man confirmed right before the scene switched onto the next event. Silata was well and truly staining her panties by this time as you may have logically guessed.

The next scene was filmed at a tennis court transformed into a limbo competition. The three girls lined up, dripping from the spa but with intent showing in their focused little eyes. Zoe was called forth first and she eased her way beneath the first beam, showing all her beautiful flexibility in doing so. Moving forward on her palms and heels, Silena made it under next and Juleta followed. Several more beams were past until they reached the lowest one. Zoe just squeezed under, Silena followed. However Juleta tried to jinx her and giggled loudly. "There's no way you'll make this Silena. Your plump belly will tip it. Trust me, you don't have a chance. Haha." Yet Silena made it silently in her quiet achieving ways and only the teasing Juleta was left.

Then, thinking she'd make it with ease, Juleta lazily slipped under like she always did and tipped the bar with her knee. A whistle was blown and the penalty announced. "Your turn to be stimulated. Lie on your back upon the soft mattress over there and take all that is given to you." Juleta whined yet submitted to the rules. Silena fell upon her first in the most delicious excitement for revenge. Yet it was merely a playful revenge, like the teasing had all been playful and innocent.

Juleta breathed heavily almost instantly as Silena kissed her and started to delve her finger in and out of her moist little cunt at a rapid pace. Meanwhile, Zoe sucked the girls toes for a while and slowly slid her way up her leg, leaving a saliva trail with her tongue tip. Soon, both Zoe and Silena were lying alongside Juleta and worshipping her from both sides, edging her closer toward her first dispersing. Silena's finger work edged her closer and closer from the front while stimulating from behind, Zoe sucked upon her finger until there was enough saliva present to make a harmless intrusion through Juleta's anus. With one child frigging her from behind and the other from in front, it wasn't long before Juleta swooned the first time.

Keeping this up regardless, they had her fast cumming in a follow-up round. Then with their little fingers continuing to please her, she approached her third discharge. With the entrance now completely warm and slick, Silena had no issue re-entering her again and again, sealing her lips over her friends mouth to remind her this was all in lovable play yet she refused to let up either. Zoe mauled her neck from behind, very gently leaving a warm saliva'd love bite whilst she worked her fingers further in from behind and in the same manner as Silena had endured earlier, they brought the limbo loser through several stages of which the flowing of her cum fast overwhelmed her.

Watching this third round of the video Silata had hoped would take up her entire afternoon however didn't, she couldn't hold back her flowing and fell dizzily into a swoon, feeling to almost wash away all her problems with this discharge however they fast returned straight after of course. Lisina knew enough about her to permanently destroy her life. That would certainly prove difficult to sleep with the knowledge of. Thus, most of the night was spent being thrown between the force which told her she logically shouldn't think on that which was out of her control, and that of her instincts kicking in with the most logical thoughts in her current place in time. With much tossing and turning combined with heavy consumption of water, nothing could quench the thirst of her throat nor the panic in her gut during that awful collection of nightly hours.

The next morning she lived carelessly for there seemed to be no other way to combat things at this stage. She blared her Ipod to full volume on the way to school and manage to listen to it during every class up until lunch time with no discovery or confiscation. Not that either held much threat to her in her current situation, when a mere slip of the tongue from she who witnessed her perversion the prior day could send her to prison. When lunch came about, she was more than ready to take on the task of either destroying her life or curing it with the use of whatever the outcome of her discussion with Lisina would be. She knew her secret and she alone could unveil it.

Walking toward the tennis court, Silata must have had a massive inflammation of fear through her gut. Yet she swallowed it down and met Lisina behind the court where she called out to her from a few brick steps. Silata sat down next to her, nervously enclosed in her dark gothic jumper, long pants and studded boots. She covered every inch of her to avoid the slightest attention and once next to Lisina, never had she felt her appearance more violated. Lisina ran her eyes over her from dark haired head to booted toe, frowning. "Why do you dress like this?"

"I just, don't want to appear like a female. I need to be left alone," Silata replied, straight away jumping to the topic which needed covering. "I guess you know why."

"About yesterday," Lisina replied, her eyes taking on a strange little understanding shine as she placed her hand over Silata's knee. "Do you look at that stuff often? The underaged stuff I mean."

Silata gulped, not quite sure why the truth was spilling out so rapidly but it was. "Yes. I do. I can't help it. I know it's sick. But please don't get angry at me. I'm really scared. I think I'm going to get caught looking at it every day of my life. And you know I couldn't stand jail. I wouldn't just break in there. I'd shatter."

"Yes," Lisina agreed softly, keeping her frown but with a kind voice to go with it. "Not to worry. I have no reason to be angry at you. I understand you can't help this. That you're a... shall we say..."

"A female pedophile, yes that's what I am," Silata whined and cradled her head in her hands, fighting back the sobs this time. "It's okay, I guess you can tell on me if you really want to. All it will mean is that I'll just end my life to avoid jail. But I honestly feel slightly like dying. No one understands how it feels to have a sexuality that's so hated. Everyday, whenever I meet people, I treat them kindly and they respond just as politely as they always do. Always sounding so fake yet generous enough not to care about me. However, I know if they found out I was a pedophile, the majority would want to kill me. No, not just the majority. They'd all want to kill me."

"I know your secret," Lisina whispered gently. "And I don't want to kill you. In fact, I'd rather hear more. Tell me, did you ever have any friends?"

"I had a friend once," Silata's mind flashed back to Dilena very briefly then reasserted itself with truth to the modern time, and she realised how ridiculous the conclusion to her sentence sounded. "Although it turned out she wasn't my friend after all. Since her, I've always been alone and got rather used to it. However now I feel more alone than ever. Because I don't just feel like no one wants to have anything to do with me, that I could at least cope with. But I really feel like every person I pass on the street wants to kill me because of how I've been born. With this twisted fucking attraction I can't get rid of!" She lightly punched her knees in frustration then felt one of Lisina's gentle fingers swipe away a tear which had trickled down her cheek.

"Well listen," Lisina advised carefully. "If you feel as if most of the world is angry at you, then the last thing you should do is be angry at yourself. Then you'll truly feel as if the entire world is against you. And listen, you should know this as well. I'm not against you. In fact, I've always liked you. In a way that's... well, very strange. That's my secret. I like girls my own age rather than boys my own age. And I honestly feel something for you. Since I won't tell anyone your secret, please don't tell anyone mine will you?"

Silata shook her head vigorously. "No, I won't. Listen, I know this might be jumping the gun a little since we only started talking. But would you have a sleepover at my house tonight? You do it all the time with your friends. Could you perhaps do it for me?" Silata knew such words were foreign to her. She found it quite improbable that anyone would ever ask her over for a sleepover and always believed it to be utterly impossible that she herself would be brave enough to request it of another. Yet to her greatest surprise, Lisina answered immediately.

"Absolutely. You should have asked me sooner. I've always wanted to be your friend. I just couldn't thanks to the rules of those popular freaks I hang around with. But honestly, the loner freak's always interested me more. In several ways," she gave a cheeky little smile to accompany those last words yet quickly covered it up. "But don't feel uncomfortable or anything. I won't try anything strange if you're uncomfortable with it. I just want to get to know you better."

Silata smiled then muttered what her truthful suicidal heart meant in all its clarity of definition. "You're a lifesaver."

The two girls briefly hugged each other with one arm around each others shoulders, then went about the day casually. Well at least Lisina was casual. Silata however was nearly skipping with joy between every class, never having been quite as excited in all her years since Dilena first accepted her friendship. It was rare that people such as Silata were able to feel true excitement build within their hearts to actually make a day cheery such as this one. But it indeed was one of those rare afternoons that the smile never left her lips and her happy tone was genuine and not enforced by the expectations of those around her. It was always a struggle not to sound depressed when around her mother. She always made it her goal to avoid her mom finding out about one mental condition for it would easily lead her to admitting to others, such as her pedophilia. Yet today, she did not have to enforce happiness into her voice, for Lisina had made it reside there already.

And so finally the long awaited night came around and when Lisina showed up, Silata lead her right inside with the greatest welcome. Even pecking a light kiss upon her cheek to ensure she would be in no way uncomfortable about familiarities. Both girls blushed after the kiss was made, yet got around to things at first like casual friends would. After several minutes of chatting, the two reclined upon the mattress in the confined living room, the Xbox controllers at their feet and soon to be taken into their hands once they were readied for some play time. First however, they admitted several more secrets to each other, Lisina somehow creating a bond between them by all these ties. To avoid boring the reader, we'll cut it short by saying you can be confident that simply this conversation resulted in both girls knowing everything. From each of their most private sexual desires to where each hid their diaries. Silata mentioned Dilena (the first time she'd ever spoken of her since their last encounter) and also explained the whole business with Ritilia. Listening carefully, Lisina also mentioned this quite frankly.

"I know Ritilia. Yet apparently not as well as I thought. She was on my cheerleading squad before she left for college. I never once suspected she'd be the type to get off on a child's misery."

"Well, I guess I always blamed her for losing Dilena," Silata admitted flatly. "It always takes me a while to remind myself that Dilena probably played me for a fool since we first met. But it comforts me to think it was Ritilia's influence that separated us. Even though I never even knew the bitch properly."

"Well let's put the past behind us now," Lisina demanded, moving her butt slightly closer and linking an arm about her shoulder. Slightly discomforted, Silata reached for the Xbox controller and for the following two hours they indulged in Grand Theft Auto. Yet noticing her friend was soon drowsing off after her long day of mixing stress and enjoyment together, Lisina turned off the console and slid closer to Silata. She whispered softly while allowing her hand to gently move aside the dressing gown segment which covered her upper leg and expose that glamorous, pale teenage thigh to the room. Down this thigh Lisina's hand ventured, creeping closer and closer to the uncovered pussy at the end of the road. She whispered gently into the ear of Silata who she could tell had wide awake eyes behind those fluttering lids. "Just tell me if you want me to stop okay."

Silata opened her eyes at that, feeling the fingertip of her acquaintance slide over her slit. She stared deep into her eyes and realised, despite the fact she wasn't a child, she was faintly aroused by this touching. Lisina smiled, leaned up and planted a kiss over her half closed left eye lid, whispering. "It's okay. I'm your friend. You can trust me." She rubbed her leg, kissed her cheek and slowly moved her body over Silata's. In doing so, she pulled out the entire belt to her dressing gown and slowly let it shift off her shoulders. "Sorry to be so forward. But... do you mind."

Instead of replying or even shaking her head, Silata leaned forward and kissed the teenagers left breast, closing her eyes and pretending there was no elevation backing it. Then she moved over to the right and suckled on it awhile, suddenly realising the elevation wasn't too much of a bother after all. Picturing all the perfect asses she'd seen in those videos, she grasped the flesh of Lisina's behind through the back of the falling dressing gown and slightly massaged it while feeling for the crack. She lowered her head and let her tongue then pursue a long licking line from the centre of her breasts down toward the naval above her lightly haired pussy.

Groaning, Lisina grabbed her friends head as gently as her arousal managed and moved it over her belly in a series of lovable tonguing's, slowly pushing it further down toward where her aroused little clit floated above the slit hemmed in by those small vaginal hairs Silata also did her best to try and ignore. Silata always kept her own cunt beautifully shaved and never really understood the reasons other teenagers had for not keeping their genitals in this same pure condition. Nevertheless, she licked the slit, flicking her tongue over the clitoris several times and reaching up to feel those rock hard teenage breasts while doing so, moving her mouth in the most sexually arousing way of cunnilingus art she'd ever managed in all her life. Pretty soon, juices were flowing in an abundance from her friend and although the taste of them on her tongue fired her imagination, it was somewhat of a polite endurance Silata went through to swallow them down.

"Ohh, oh!," Lisina cried a series of times then leaned back upon her knees, smiling widely at her friend. "For someone who's never done this during her teenage years you're very skilled. Here, let me return the favour. Lie on your back." Silata did so while the other girl gently rubbed her wet cunt in anticipation and relieved her of her dressing gown, sliding hers off the remainder of the way as well. She parted her friends legs, stared with pure lust at the slit and drooled slightly.

Lowering her face toward it without hesitation, her tongue was soon tickling her friends clit and dipping in and out of the entrance offered to her. With her eyes shut and the beautiful feeling at sizzling, warm work on all her nerves, Silata could honestly say that this next stage of their encounter was one of utter heaven. Her legs voluntarily parted further to allow her friend better access. She gave out light little moans of pure pleasure whenever the tongue teased about the entrance, licking the innermost inner segments to her thighs while her rear was grasped from beneath. She shook in a little pleasurable spasm as Lisina teased her clit with the tip of her nose briefly then flicked her tongue back over it.

More and more discharge flowed from the excited subject of her pleasuring and so she eased her tongue back through her vaginal entrance with more and more ease each time. Silata drew both her legs up as she tensed her whole body while the pleasures continued, both her slippers simultaneously falling from her feet as she did this. Lisina moved her face over her pussy several more times, sliding between the slit, nuzzling the cunt and inhaling the delicious, exquisite aroma. She meanwhile felt both ear canals covered as the thighs of her friend closed tightly over her head. She also felt two handfuls of fingers slide through her hair and snare a firm grasp on her skull. Instantly alerted that her desirable effect was bringing her further into this enticing dimension, Lisina increased her licks, kisses and sucklings with more and more greed. For that was the manner in which the hands of Silata, entwined in her hair, was enforcing her head to hump down upon her cunt. She wanted greed so she got it in this utter licking out of her cunt.

Lisina was entirely familiarised with all her juices by the end of it and enjoyed the pure squeals of ecstasy whenever she suckled over the clit and let her tongue tip poke that very sensitive body piece. The girl shook under her, the juices increased and a moan which was loud enough to be heard even by Lisina's ears which were clamped under the other girls thighs brought her to full attention. She tongued faster, deeper and continued the clit massages with her nose and in no time the juices she soon tasted with her mouth were naught but absolute orgasmic. Silata's brain exploded in this shrill little orgasm of the most stinging, beautiful release and she flowed forth onto the face which granted it, sighing as she was flung up into this heaven and slowly brought back down to Earth by the efforts of her pleasurer. How then she was well and truly sure she had a great love for Lisina. Regardless of the fact the girl was several years too old to be exactly sexually appealing to Silata, she'd in many ways just granted her the best orgasm of her life.

The two cuddled up and entangled themselves together, finally gaining sleep as they fell off into the dimension of dreams. They lay half naked this way before their little mattress space in front of the Xbox and cared very little if Silata's mother should find them this way when she returned from night shift the next morning.

Chapter 4

Silata awoke, untangling herself from the cuddling embrace of Lisina and walked to her bathroom mirror, checking to ensure all her make-up would be intact for yet another morning of looking casual for the day ahead. The events the prior night seemed to have crawled out from a dimension of splendid drunkenness of which pure happiness had been its fullest, despite the fact she herself hadn't much to lust for. She'd enjoyed however, being the passive to Lisina. And that, at least for now, was enough to quench her thirst to revisit the website in the morning.

So after a breakfast of pancakes, she made it to school on a swell little stomach and had a half reasonable smile for her face to wear during the first few classes, her pen scribbling over her careless answer sheets any random response which came to her mind. For as any intelligent person would well know, there is no logical reason to ever associate yourself with the drowsy, brainwashing work that teachers always threw down on ones table top. So Silata kept her focus transferred to her little notebook on the side, where she'd illustrated as best she could, a neat little portrait of Lisina, just as she remembered her the night before. Her private notebook was usually crammed full of her drawn memories of Dilena, featuring the little girl in several seductive poses. Lisina only took up one page of the book but, should anything separate them, Silata would like to always have this freshly drawn memory of the only proper friend she'd ever had so far in her life.

It was well that she prepared for that separation. As the day wore on, she was phoned by her mother and listened casually to the usual bullshit revolving around work and what time she'd be returning home. "I'll be there before you, we get out early today," Silata promised her mother a certain lie. At the time it wasn't a lie, yet as the events turned out, it would be the most heartbreaking lie her mother ever heard her daughter tell. For she wouldn't return home today, nor any day as a matter of fact.

The last bell finally rung and she strolled proudly out the gates, Lisina running past after she'd just left the soccer field, her cheerleader outfit flowing behind her clothed pelvis and upper torso, fanning out its oversized proportions. She laughed and clapped a hi-five to Silata, yelling over her shoulder as she ran on. "I'll catch you later."

"Okay," Silata promised, knowing better than to be seen too close to this new acquaintance of hers. Lisina after all, still had a bunch of proper and perfected friends who'd disown her if she was seen near the freak. Silata walked on home, turning the corner and strolling right past the primary school. Oh how such beauties littered its fields in their smaller, dirty little children's outfits, playing happily. Exchanging slightly grimy plastic bracelets, sitting next to each other with their small arms about each others necks in close, understanding relationships. Silata of course, couldn't recall a single moment during her childhood in which there'd been a genuine embrace of a friend. For a while she stood facing the field, her hands on either of the steel bars which erected on the gate, her view longing to be beside the kids who played in such a glorious field. She had to snap herself out of this state of watching so closely the movement in their small legs, tracing right up to where their little, intoxicating cunts were veiled by either skirts or short shorts. She turned hurriedly away from the land of seductive, dancing daisies over a field of dead, sickening schoolyard environment. She couldn't go back, it was too late now to reconjure anything of her past.

And only right at this moment was she starting to accept that when she glanced down to notice the key to a sudden twist in her life was standing right before her legs. Two children, with the dearest little faces who'd just played hooky during the lunch break, stared with pleading eyes up into hers.

"Please, will you hide us?," the first one pleaded.

"We don't want to go back there," the second pointed in the direction of the school while constructing a cute little disgusted face with her young features. "We hate it there. The other girls are mean to us. We want to get away."

"I never want to go home again!," the first spoke up in a fit, her pretty little arms folded in solid determination of her last sentence.

Not quite sure as to whether or not the soles of her gothic boots were standing amongst the clouds of heaven or still upon the surface of the cruel Earth, Silata wrapped an arm about each of their shoulders and shuffled them out of sight, across the road and into the parkland. They walked down a small ravine, each of them slightly tumbling in both determination and slight laziness of step but it wasn't too long before she lifted both of them up and placed each of their butts into the loop of a playground swing. There was a wooden bench planted a short distance from where the swing set was structured and Silata sat down upon this, facing the two girls as they tangled themselves up playfully in their swings yet couldn't hide their overall misery. "Okay girls, let's get to the bottom of this...," Silata only just started to talk that way yet withdrew the words immediately, realising how shallow and adult she sounded, much like the rest of her teachers. "Sorry," she murmured. "What I meant to say is, why are you two looking so down? Do you hate school?"

"Yes!," the first spoke up with such meaningful expression Silata was briefly afraid she'd rip the entire swing down and be crumpled up in a puddle of its chains. "Yes, I fucking hate it so much!"

"I just want to go home so badly every day!," the second insisted, miserably twisting her hands in a fold of excess swing chain and examining them miserably. "But every time I do go home mommy sends me right back to that Hell!"

"My mommy does as well. She says she had to do it when she was my age, so we should all have to do it. But that doesn't make sense. It's a horrible place. I want to go away forever!," the first was now on the verge of sobs and Silata felt to be in a similar condition yet saw to it that her voice was hardened by her older experience.

"I know exactly what you mean darlings. Please don't cry. Try to look at this positively. It will all be over soon. It only feels like yesterday that I was your age and suddenly I'm in grade eleven. I'm almost out!"

The little girls were not fooled by this. No smart kids really were these days. "It's a very long time," one of them responded. "Far too long for me to survive. Just another day of boring class and homework will kill me. I want to get away. I never want to see my mommy again. I just wish someone would take us both away. You perhaps. But I know you won't."

Silata was far too submerged in her own grief to show the smile which one would have expected to curve the lips of a perverted woman when she heard those last words. In truth, there was no smile to bring out any joy from this situation, other than her pure sympathy with the two kids in her care. Very gently, she asked them something without even dwelling for a second on the idea of sexual advantage. Perhaps just as a mere fantasy of saving children from the Hell of education and dragging them away into a beautiful field of permanent innocence. In her company, innocence may not always be the correct word but at the current point in time, it sure as hell felt to be that. "Alright, listen cuties. You can come away with me today. Perhaps just for the afternoon. But I'll take you away for a while. Let's go for a walk in the park shall we. Take the rest of the school day off."

They brightened yet only briefly, both knowing all too well one day free from Hell didn't cure the horror of the next, the next and the next after that. Yet they walked alongside the river with her for a while, until at last reaching the other end of the park which overlooked a series of sand dunes leading down to the beach. The three of them then collapsed into a little picnic shelter and discussed a few things over lollipops and a snickers bar Silata shared, of which she had saved from lunch time.

Checking through her bag while the little girls reconfirmed their hatred for school, Silata snatched up her purse and opened it. Her eyes nearly dropped out of her head when she noticed several hundred dollar bills sticking out from it. Counting them up, she came to realise there was no less than two thousand dollars stored away in her school purse. What the hell was this? Money of such proportions didn't just show up like that. She turned it over and felt half her heart rise in hope and the other half sink with worry. It wasn't her purse. The colour was darker, the name upon the front lettering entirely differing from her own. Malinca Ferson. That's whose purse it was. She must have picked it up by accident instead of hers when they were ordered to remove all pocket objects during gym class. Malinca was a millionaire's daughter, two thousand dollars being her average daily pocket money. And right now, by the sharpest coincidence and mere mistake, Silata had not only snatched up her purse, but was now seated beside two little girls who wanted to run away from their lives along with two thousand dollars neatly resting in a stolen money-carrying vessel upon her lap.

She turned to them, a pleasant smile suddenly dawning on her dark lipsticked face. Hope even, glittering abundantly in either of her darkened eyes. "Listen you two," these words were hardly at all registered by her logical mind, for it felt as if someone else, someone superior and more in control of all that was about to happen was speaking them for her. "I need to know now from both of you, whether or not you truly mean what you've just told me. You want to run away. Okay. But although you may not think it, many boys and girls say they want to do that many days of their lives. Yet they change their mind the following, wanting their mommies and daddies again. I need to know from you now if you truly wish to join me. I feel like running away too, but I'll only have the strength to do so if I have friends with me to support that decision. Will you two come along?"

They stared at each other, turned right back to her almost in perfect sync and simultaneously announced, "Yes, absolutely." It was the character of both these girls to use the words 'yes' and 'absolutely' as their means to confirm things and now it seemed to the nervous little Silata that things were very much confirmed from this. She swallowed the lump in her throat and asked again with a reminder.

"You remember what I said don't you, you truly have to mean it."

And once again, these eye-glittering little sweethearts only responded in their simultaneous means of affirmative answer. "Yes, absolutely!"

Silata spread her arms and felt both their little school uniformed bodies snuggling beneath her armpits and she enclosed them in that tight embrace, whispering gently to each of them while holding in her emotional breakdown of pure happiness. Here she was, two Dilenas all to herself, about to embark upon a runaway trip with two thousand dollars. And yes, despite how very thin her chances looked in a situation as such, never before had she been happier. At this stage, she knew neither child from a bar of soap and were only brought close through a conversation in which they agreed upon several things, such as hatred of school and despise for parental control.

They took a walk along a highway for a good distance between themselves and the community, the humid afternoon bathing them from all ends and setting a gentle, calm orange blaze to the left corners of their eyes. By the time they hitched a ride to a motel and they all sat in quiet obedience within the back of truck, Silata had seized almost every shred of information there was concerning their young lives. They had but to know about her to complete the circle of knowledge. Yet Silata figured she'd tell them everything in the morning. As for the personalities of the two little blessed creatures she'd just allowed to tag along in her positive spree in a negative life, their personal details and all she learned of them will be served up to you in a platter of description in the sequel.

For now however, it will probably interest the reader very little how they reached the motel, dished out the cash and slept upon a large mattress taking up the entire floor of their tiny apartments living room. Silata was cloaked in the warmth of her good luck to a degree in which any attempts of sexual activities upon this first night were far from her mind. Just like the children, she thought of nothing other than sleep on this occasion when the sun vanished. They would stay here for three days under their anonymous names. Which was all they could risk in such a situation. The fourth day would see to them returning to hitchhiking rides obviously. Or so they assumed.

Finally, not wanting to truly admit to the grave she'd dug for herself nor particularly desiring to take back all which the day had accomplished, as soon as Silata's head hit the dirty pillow upon the lightly grimed mattressed floor, our heroine was deep in a slumber which relieved all those stress cords her mind was tangled up in. She dreamt of Dilena, as always and expected. A different scenario and a different situation each time. But always so very detailed.

The dreams were even a better escape than the website for in a dream, one is never quite sure of themselves, their background or the current problems they may be involved in unless the dream is built around those problems. Whereas when she dreamed of Dilena, it was only focused on the child she knew from her past and she herself was never a great big part of it. Silata Manclis vanished and she was simply another innocent little girl, falling victim to the charms of this beauty over and over again until thirst, the intruding sun or the alarm clock would wake her up. Since this latest chapter seems to have lacked erotica due to the storyline's important role, we'll now detail this seductive encounter she dreamed of so we won't have any aroused audience disappointed.

Silata, in the full form of late teen life she was now, was lying upon her back in a floaty ring much the same to the one Dilena had inserted her small body within when she had that first sexual encounter with her in her backyard pool. Only Silata was speeding down a winding lazy river at her water park, all the background a shattered blur of events whilst she spun about dizzily, staring up at the only company she had. Also, the only measure of focus she could get her eyes to adjust to. Little Dilena was hovering over her, two hands grasping the inflatable ring on either side of Silata's head while her feet were supporting her in their placing on the other side. Thus, Dilena on all fours was staring right down into Silata's face while the rest of the scenery spun around them in an endless swirl not the sharpest eye sight could ever configure.

That pretty black swimsuit she'd first seen her in was halfway hanging from one shoulder, loosened in the multiple obvious attempts the child had put herself through in a hopes to squeeze her way out of it without losing her balance. Reaching up, Silata told her darling to remain still as she removed the swimsuit herself, very delicately sliding the panty part down over her buttocks and off her ankles in a smooth manner, ensuring she didn't trip. She also eased off her shoulders and over each of her hands, the torso covering half, doing so to ensure the child would reposition her hands safely in their grip on the floaty ring. This completed, she clutched the dear swimsuit of her dearest against her breast bone until the dream permitted it to evaporate in her hands.

She then reached up and fondled her lovely child's flat tits, leaned up and kissed her delicate mouth, all the familiar saliva still exchanged and always so memorable. The only element which didn't feel dream like in this whole encounter was the coolness of the lazy river washing under her behind. When she awoke, she'd merely discover she was sleeping with her butt in a puddle of orange juice one of her companions had spilt. But in the dream it felt just as soothing and refreshing upon her tailbone as the real passing by depth of the lazy river would effect itself to a floaty rider.

Up reached her hands again, this time massaging Dilena's pretty little neck, so vulnerable and round beneath her palms. She held it close but not tightly, simply guiding the little girl to her lips again and held her there, meanwhile feeling herself stimulated by one of Dilena's little fingers playing away at her clit in a fashion that was almost far too dream-like and nearly convincing enough to wake her up. Yet she held onto heaven a little longer, at last permitting her hands to leave Dilena's neck and then to feel and massage her tiny shoulders, right before sliding under these and over her flat tits again. Only briefly did she grip her chest before she lowered them down to her belly, rubbed the perfect little naval then let them crawl around to her buttocks. These were the two softest and delicious mounds of ass cheeks of course, both of them blessing her hands while she blessed with her physical mouth, the spiritual mouth of her dream girl.

The little body on top of her started to slide down, humping her slightly in an aroused ecstasy. Feeling the heated trickles on her thighs, Silata then permitted one hand to slide away from her buttocks and under the child's hips to her cunt. She imbedded that finger into the precious, sopping hole of her Dilena's most private canal and heard that pure scream of pleasure. She fell victim to the delirious swoons of implanting her finger through such a precious slit and permitted her hand to vibrate while Dilena broke into a cry on top of her, screaming loudly as she went through the same spasmodic responses Silata had once had the full joy of witnessing her go through before. When the kiss finally broke, Silata stammered to her in tear welling misery, feeling the hotness of the dreams breath as the only means to soothe her pained face.

"I love you Dilena, I love you so fucking much."

And in the taunting way which the dream copied perfectly from the real member of her past, Dilena just giggled right at Silata. "I don't think so. Bitch I told you I don't need you anymore. And it now seems like you don't need me either. For you have replacements."

With a loud crash, the end of the dream came breaking in as Dilena was flung away from on top of her floaty as they endured a crash with another. From the second floaty, two other, vigorously apologizing children fell by accident into the same ring Silata was currently reclining in, almost effectively replacing Dilena in a professional way. These two children, which it didn't take a genius to guess, were the same ones Silata had picked up at the school today. They each sprawled on top of her within the floaty, one sliding down so her head was in line with one of Silata's ears and the other doing so to the opposing ear. On either side of her head, they each had a short sentence to whisper into her mind from both these angles.

"Please don't ever leave us."

"We love you Silata Manclis."