The Journey with Memorable Heaven, Part 3

by Bevresel

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

Chapter 5

It was for once a morning Silata was excited to awaken to, the sunlight invasion warmly welcomed as she sat up upon the floor mattress and slowly let it filter through her flickering eyelids and adjust to her casual gaze. On either side of her was sprawled a drowsy little body of which she felt to not only be a friendly company, but also a kind of possession of hers. Each were almost under her hands and instructed to her every movement. Deciding this fact would be more than mildly discomforting to her, today was a good and early start to let them know where they stood. That they weren't under her control at all and would have a free choice in every matter henceforth.

After all, it had been their free choice to come with her in the first place. And not once would she stoop to the level of being any kind of control freak molester who kept them with her merely to enjoy their bodies. And neither would she stoop to the level of being a demanding parent who'd send them off to school again and expect them to earn money, merely to secure her own future when she fell into a nursing home. Both these scenarios featured the last kind of acts she ought to distribute to these two friends of hers she loved very much.

Everyone knew the dangers a control freak rapist had of ruining their victims lives. And although it is less well known, there were also plentiful dangers a conservative parent would put their children in. Most parents these days are even more dangerous than rapists, a lot of them having no real love for their children at all. They simply love the fact that their child is doing good in school, or has a promising job and a secure future. Rather, they love their safety instead of their happiness. And if the child drops out or turns to drugs, at the time when they need their parents the most, the parents will simply disown them to fit into the flock of society.

Silata didn't want to damage these girls by expecting anything from them for what right did she have to grant them expectations? That being said, what right did she also have to pursue any of her lusts with them? Those desires were fast growing as she looked over their bodies in this morning light. She'd have no problem treating them with respect and keeping them clear of the horrors of boring, conventional life, that was for sure. But in order to also prevent herself from falling into the first negative category, it was in her best interest to wake them and inform them they'd be unharmed with her.

She gently nudged, or rather massaged, the smooth little shoulder of the girl on her right who rolled over to face her. A wave of relief passed through her when she noticed the child's eyes were glittering with happiness. It was obvious she had awoken to realise she didn't have to go back to school and that the day held new and exciting adventures. The expression was almost identical upon her friend when Silata woke her as well. That was the very first of her worries out of the way. Knowing that neither had awoken in terror of what they'd done the prior day and would start begging to be returned home. Then Silata settled down and beckoned them forth, the two girls scurrying close on their knees to hear what she had to announce.

Yet now, before we continue, it's high time we give both identity and descriptions to these two latest vital characters. Starting with the one on her right, the glamorous brunette by the name of Chelsiette. She had also given her second name along with the other child in her company but Silata had made herself banish both second names from her memory. They were useless to them now, showing only entitlement to their family. And if these girls were to stay with her, they'd be better off without any link remaining to their families. So Silata would always address Chelsiette simply as 'Chelsiette.' And as a reader, it's best you only know her by that title as well.

Her hair was short and neatly trimmed about a beautiful little skull, her features always hot and warm with life when held between the palms of an examiner. Yes, Silata enjoyed cradling those rosy little cheeks of hers very much. Her eyes were the darkest of the pair, also with a light tinge of cheekiness shining right into the view of anyone who'd try to gaze hard into her soul. Like all pairs of little girl school friends, Chelsiette was the more knowledgeable. The one with the demands, the brattish capabilities, the slightly further reach of the hand in social situations. It was spread all over her manner in which she wouldn't hesitate upon sarcasm or her use of offensive sentences to shield herself better from the offences of others. Despite these stand-out qualities, they were also very mild in their extent. You could tell she was the braver and the greater vessel of stubbornness when comparing the two. Yet she only ever reached for her poisonous character when the need was at its highest peak. In summary of this fact, she'd only be a bitch if it was called for.

Chelsiette had a tiny body and was only a month into her eighth year on Earth. Her lips were little red bumps defining a mouth full of naughty expression. Her flesh tanned a little from sunlight exposure. Although when in pyjamas, more tender skin revealed up her thighs and upper arms showed that obviously, this condition was a mere effect of the sun upon the areas school uniform had her expose. Long, dark eyelashes were blessed upon the rims of her eye lids. Coming down from her head was the perfect dip on either side of her neck formed into the cutest pair of shoulders. Flowing down from those of course was the flat little body granted to all young girls of her age. Having watched her undress, Silata knew all aspects of her naked form as well.

Due to the uniform structure, Chelsiettes naked flesh wore a singlet of whiter skin over her chest and down to her thighs. The chest was dotted by two little pink nipples, hard to get a good glimpse upon in the apartment lighting but which Silata could swear, despite their miniature circumference, would still have a decent hardening during times of arousal. The belly was a flat, white slate like a fresh yet hard pillow of smooth human skin. Her pussy, when shown to Silata, was indeed a slit nearly identical to Dilena's. It was small, violently sensitive judging by the manner in which merely being naked in the room with two other people had caused it to exit a trickle, and granted with the smallest and desirable button of a vulnerable clitoris to top it off. Turning about, two smooth butt cheeks rode down over her lower back in beautiful, pale fleshy mounds. Contained within, glimpsed when she had bent forward, was a round and tender hole flecked with only minor disarray of cleanliness and would regardless, attract the lips of anyone well attuned to the attraction to little girls. Her feet were beautiful and furnished with pink nail paint, that of which she'd kept in her pocket this whole time to ensure they'd always keep the quality of pretty decoration.

Now to cover the other little girl in Silata's company. Her name was Anisha and like Chelsiette, the mention of her second name would service nothing relevant. She was African American and slightly taller than Chelsiette, although she was only a single month ahead of her in age. Her body had all the desirable qualities of childhood which will be mapped out in this tender, descriptive picture. Two short legs with dazzling, taste bud tingling flesh. Like her friend, her midsection and thighs were far less sun damaged although you could never really call the effects of a tan 'damaging' in the case of beautiful children. Her expression was one of mild opinion and covered mostly in the innocent features of curiosity and susceptibility to easy fright. Thus, contradicting to her friends character, she was the shy and easily startled one.

From what Silata had gathered during their exchanges of background information, Anisha had derived from a family of multiple siblings and was the second youngest. She hated her life back home for she was expected, even at age eight, to be a frequent guardian to her baby sister. Anisha was the only shy one in her entire family, yet that hadn't stopped her from hating her responsibility with a passion.

Anisha's smile was nearly as cheeky as her friends, although she'd rarely show it for her most frequent expression was of tender care and awe for most situations. Her eyes had a more pale shine compared to the constant darkness of her friends, although on the overall, were still dark at the centres and sexually sinister with little teasing elements. Those were more painful than pleasant reminders of Dilena right there.

However her naked form, also having been shown during undress to Silata, was intoxicating enough to pull her deep into the spell of lust, regardless for her Dilena reminders. Since both girls and indeed all little girls on the planet held one or another reminder of Dilena within their appearance, Silata could never obsess herself with the pains of such things when the rest of their delicious figure was there to enjoy.

And Anisha's was delicious indeed. The torso of wonders was flat, thin and adorable. One's mouth could completely enclose either of her tiny little nipples and be sure to feel them harden. For unlike Chelsiette who she'd merely assumed, Silata was positive Anisha's nipples were stark erect with the situations excitement. It took all her power not to have a wandering hand caress them. Like her friend, Anisha's belly was purely smooth and always such a heaven of soft yet taut flesh that one could recline their head upon it as if it were a pillow granted by Heaven itself. Despite the downside of having the pelvic bone and the underside of the ribs closing in upon ones skull if they assumed this position (for her flesh was just smooth yet not in anyways abundant), you could still be positive one's rest would be instant and arousingly enjoyable.

Her cunt was such a tiny and beautiful little temple Silata's tongue was longing to burn incense in. Like her friend's (and consequently like Dilena's) it was a tiny little slit that would respond to the most minute ticklings with almost bizarre, pleasurable and extreme spasms or hip thrustings. Her ass was in much the same condition of casual cleanliness as Chelsiettes and also, with equally arousing little humps of soft smooth flesh which concealed within, one beautiful little dainty anus. Her thighs were also fleshed so beautifully one could feel naught but the pure joys of either clasping or lightly spanking with the interior of their hand upon them. Beneath her brilliant ankles were a pair of feet that both inhaling or licking would be instant increases to ones state of genital arousal. The nails of these were painted either pink or red on occasion. Today they were red.

There you have the two physical portraits of these pretty little characters and more or less what their overall expressions had to say about their character. Yet at age eight, there was still more each of them had to define personality.

Chelsiette, although having a natural hatred of school like all kids do, also carried with her plentiful hatred for a lot of other things as well. The world in general she held a great distaste for. She hated parents and their stuck up ways of praising their kids in front of one another and holding competitions all the time to wager who was the stronger or the weaker academically. It made her sick that she was forced to suffer every day merely to help feed her family's pride. And in the increasingly disturbing parenting trend of modern day life, more and more of her playtime on weekends was being discarded to be replaced with extra tutoring. Alas, these were the sad facts of the day and had ultimately crushed Chelsiette's spirit. Yet despite all this, she tried her best not to be glum on an often basis and encouraged Anisha not to lose hope, that the two would find an escape some day.

Today was obviously that day she'd spoken of. Even though Chelsiette originally saw escape as the reality of a holiday brochure's front cover beside a fake looking ocean upon a beach heated by the largest yellow sun, she knew better than to complain when this was reduced to a crappy apartment such as the one she was now sitting in.

For the definition changed as she as a person grew, and soon escape could define any situation which wasn't a desk with an exam sheet upon it. So her hopes had now risen and her voice was splendid with gratefulness and cheer at these current facts. She hated her parents and could now be sure she had only two people to love in her entire life right now. Silata and Anisha, that was it. Thus she had very little to lose and her hatred of most things would successfully kill any useless fears which terrified most children. For example Chelsiette was not in the slightest afraid of the dark, spiders, mean teachers or any of the other fears most children had in common. Hell, Chelsiette didn't even fear death itself, even at this early stage in life. And her sympathy for others was very limited.

As for Anisha, her shyness shielded a very similar personality, eager to agree on all of Chelsiette's guidance. Anisha hated life in a large family such as hers, the responsibilities outreaching even that of her acquaintances. Plus she was bombarded by the same tiresome school work as Chelsiette. Although within her family of aggressive loudmouths, she had learned to be polite and shy as often as possible and wait until she was bigger to dare come back at her siblings. Yet Anisha knew she'd have been waiting a long time for that if she decided to go home. For she was quite aware of how fragile her little body was and would not gain any of the strength of her masculine sisters in the foreseeable future. At home, she was their little bitch. Yet on the road, she was on equal terms and equal company to her two friends.

So with a despise for the world of cruel oppression, she got on good terms with Chelsiette in no time. She was just as eager as her friend to face all her fears and be afraid of nothing out there either that she could comprehend as well as that which she couldn't. She was more silent about her hatred though, speaking up only now and then in shocking sentences which expressed it.

Both girls hated boys, although Chelsiette would constantly brag about how she'd pushed one down the stairs or broke his heart by refusing his little date request. And only now and then would Anisha completely shock her by admitting to something more outrageous. After Chelsiette had just finished explaining how she'd tipped a boys chair over the prior week, Anisha had suddenly spoken up that she'd kicked a boy in the balls so hard that he had ended up in hospital.

On another occasion, when the topic had been their hatred of teachers, Chelsiette had spent the whole week talking of how she misbehaved on such a regular basis she'd been sent to the principle's office four times in the one day. Then out of the midst of her silence, Anisha admitted to once lifting up her table on a slight angle then letting it fall down right upon her old scripture teacher's foot, shattering her ankle. The old lady had to have her leg operated on since the frail bones had been disturbed so much. And Anisha had done it so sneakily no one in the class could tell it had been deliberate, thus she completely got away with it. It was later announced the elderly woman had died of a heart attack shortly after, and still Anisha showed not the slightest care or emotion.

While this shocked and even scared Chelsiette a little, she still wouldn't change anything about her friend for the world, nor would her friend about her. Anisha and Chelsiette were a team and as a team, they had willingly thrown themselves into the clutches of Silata. And although she wasn't a financially stable individual, she would do her best to look after their well being. And she'd do so in a manner that was neither perverse (or at least she thought so at this stage) nor cruelly parental either. She'd simply be a loving friend to these little girls and deep down, they had known that since they first ran to her for help. Now that you're properly acquainted with them, we can get on with the story.

Silata breathed deep then without further hesitation, began to put the situation into their little understanding brains. "Listen, we've run away from our families, all three of us have. And now, I'll give you this one last chance to turn b..."

Guessing what she was going to say, Chelsiette spoke up instantly with loud demand. "No! We don't and that's final. Please stop asking us that, we don't want to go back for God's sake!"

"Alright then," Silata promised and encircled Chelsiette's shoulder with one outstretched arm, drawing the little child closer and promising her that turning back now was well and truly over. However first she looked to Anisha whose nod of the head simply confirmed she had nothing else to say to that question as well. They wanted to stay with her and it was confirmed. So now Silata moved the matters forward.

"What I need to explain to you now is that I can only do so much to keep us alive this way. For you see, I'm your friend. But I'm not your parents or a truly responsible guardian. We now have less than two thousand dollars on us so we can only runaway by ourselves for a short time. Then I'll see what our next move shall be."

Silata's dismal voice was cheered by the innocent little responses of the children. Chelsiette spoke up loudly. "I have a question! Where are we going for dinner tonight?"

This brightened Silata since she could briefly share the joy of caring only of what would occur in the night of the current day. In the company of kids, it was sometimes fun to think like kids. So Silata's reply declared they'd spend the night dining expensively in the food court down the road. Then afterward it would be up to destiny what would occur. Perhaps this sudden train of careless thought was what then made Silata pursue the mischievous inquiry of Anisha.

"I also have a question," Anisha spoke up, her eyes calculating everything she could understand in her shy little manner whilst awaiting to draw in every particle of the response. "Will we be having orgies at the end of the day?"

"WHAT?," Silata's eyes nearly flew out of her skull. Talk about the most unexpected sentences always deriving from Anisha. She glanced over to Chelsiette, registering if she'd heard correctly. The other girl was staring curiously at her friend, showing almost equal amounts of shock at the question she understood very little about. Silata turned back to Anisha. "Honey, do you know what the word 'orgy' means?"

Anisha, still very calmly, shrugged in her quiet manner. "My sister told me that when people travel together in one room apartments, at the end of the day they always climb into the same bed together and get naked or something. To warm them up I believe."

"That's only in Alaska where it's really cold," Chelsiette declared immaturely.

Silata's heart was lifted and indeed applauding the current conversation, realising a doorway had now been opened and she merely had to walk through it. "Well, we could always try it," she suggested.

"What? You mean get naked together for warmth?," Chelsiette inquired with wide eyes.

"No girls. I guess I now have to explain what an orgy is," Silata commenced their sex ed as she could see the two children were both vigorously awaiting it. "You see Anisha, what your sister obviously told you was a stereotype of travellers. They don't all do it. But it is fun. At the end of the day, it's pleasurable to enjoy the naked companionship of your friends, usually in bed. They call it sex."

"Oh," Chelsiette frowned, recalling what a fourth grader had once blurted to her in fragmented sentences. "Sex," she contemplated the word before her eyes brightened with a triumph of discovery. "Yes that's it. Isn't that when a boy and a girl get in bed naked with each other?"

"I've heard other kids tell me things like that as well," Anisha declared with her rare, cheeky grin showing. "They all sound creeped out by it, but I really want to give it a try! Sex, orgy, whatever, it all sounds fun to me. Although my sister also said I have to wait till I'm older."

Silata's smile widened. "Well, I'm surprised how much kids know these days. Yes, you're both quite on the mark, yet you don't know everything. First of all, sex isn't just between boys and girls Chelsiette. It can be between boys and boys or, in my opinion the finest form of it is, between girls and girls. And also, Anisha your sister was wrong with one fact."

Dare I continue?, Silata wondered hopelessly before she realised her speech had already resumed.

"You don't have to wait until you're older Anisha. You and your friend are the perfect age for it."

"Really?," something which could only be the highest quality of excitement flickered over the little girls eyes. "Can we try it now, with you?"

"Well...," Silata glanced around nervously, unsure why God was suddenly being so kind to her yet decided resuming was her best option, or else she'd forever regret it. The girls might never again talk of this subject, afraid that it was forbidden or something. Anisha seemed well and truly fired up for it, probably due to some early sexual heat running through her system. But she was still unsure of Chelsiette's opinion for her expression showed both great interest and a little fright. Silata gently placed her hand over her knee and whispered.

"It is a lot of fun if you want to try it. I can show you all how it works. I once played such games with another little girl whom you both remind me a great deal of. But first, just like running away, I have to make sure you both absolutely want to do it. And if we do, it must be a secret kept between us, just like our real identities. Since we agreed not to tell our real names to strangers, we must also be sure not to tell anyone about this little game we're about to play. If we play it."

Chelsiette turned in question to Anisha then back to Silata, her little smile then appearing alongside her friend's and almost simultaneously, they nodded their heads and agreed to all the terms.

"I've really wanted to try this for a long time as well," Chelsiette announced, shuffling closer to snuggle up between her two friends. "I've just always been too embarrassed to admit it, or afraid I'd do something wrong. Silata, you'll show us the right way won't you?"

Silata smiled back yet her reply was somewhat distorted from the one the little girl expected in answer to her question. "I promise you won't regret this." For perhaps Silata had spoken those last words to herself and not to her company. Nevertheless, events pursued in this very exact manner, the essence of Dilena finally returning in full to plague her life yet again.

She reached an arm about Chelsiette and upon grasping the lowest flap of pyjama falling beyond her torso, she slowly lifted it up and over the girl's head, revealing that pleasant bare, flat breasted chest to the room yet again. It ignited something warm and passionate within the cold surroundings. Silata hugged her close and kissed her forehead, feeling a rush as all her past Dilena fantasies were awoken when she felt her lips upon a little girls flesh yet again.

Turning to Anisha, she repeated the process, the other child soon without her torso covered as well. Then to each of them she turned and placed splendid kisses. Guessing correctly this was an important part of the role of sex acts, Anisha wisely kept the kiss going for at least a minute, tonguing into Silata's mouth and sharing with her the precious liquids from within her pink interior jaw. Chelsiette however, drew back in slight fear of joining in a kiss, seating her in the loudmouth yet easily startled category.

Silata let her hand swim over the small ocean of hot, ticklish flesh behind the child's rear and ensured her palm could feel one soft buttocks mound massaging it before she continued. "Honey, there's nothing to be scared of."

"I know," Chelsiette responded while still sounding uncertain. "But isn't a kiss supposed to be..."

"No," Silata already guessed what the child would suggest. "A kiss certainly isn't supposed to just be between a girl and a boy. No, two girls can happily and healthily have fun with this activity. It's a show of our pure love. And although you may not love me, I can certainly say I hold precious feelings for you. Both of you are the dearest creatures on this entire planet, that is for sure. And I love you both with my entire heart."

Without even an exchanged glance which clearly spoke for the truth of their statements, in turn each of these pleasant kids replied with the same words. "I love you with my entire heart too," Anisha stated cutely right as Chelsiette chipped in with a sweet little confirmation.

"We both do. You saved us. We both owe you the greatest thanks," Chelsiette, kneeling before her friend upon the mattress with her hands neatly folded in her lap in the manner of a good child, leaned right in and accepted the kiss, letting her mouth be sucked on and devoured by the lustful engine of Silata's jaw.

Anisha moved in close, sliding out of her pants eagerly as if she were an expert at this. Out of the corner of her eye, Silata took in all the juices her tiny slit was flowing with. Ergo, she was aroused and ready to do all that was possible to relieve it, instincts explaining to her that a naked situation was the means in which this relief could be achieved.

Silata suckled the lower lip of her friend into her mouth, enjoying all the beautiful strawberry taste which accompanied its colour. Grinning, Chelsiette guided one hand to her flat tits and instructed it to massage the area, moving it over her hard little nipple dotting the straight slate of the smooth upper torso. It must have simply been a natural sense which jolted the reaction to guide her lover's hand to this area.

Silata suckled on the little girls tongue before permitting the kiss to retreat so her friend could delve into her mouth for a change. With her free hand, she slipped it down Chelsiette's pyjamas and felt for the precious little cunt. Sure enough, it was warm and slick to the touch. Coming up from behind, Anisha slowly drew the other child's pants down and over her ankles, both little girls naked before her.

Chelsiette suddenly pounced upon her once Silata had also deprived herself of her shirt. Her tits were compressed under the tight little body of the child wrestling her atop the mattress. Yet when their lips were connected, Silata forgot all pain concerning her crushing breasts and lathered on returns to the beautiful mouth assault. Anisha came up on the right side, snuggling close and kissing the side of Silata's neck. Once done with lapping her tongue over Chelsiette's face, Silata turned and administered the same series of licks to Anisha. This soon encouraged the child to act upon all these savagely depraved impulses and she began licking Silata's shoulder wherever she could get her mouth in, the whole while as the teenager made love to the first little girl straddling her body.

Her hands slid up and crawled over behind her waist, feeling those heavenly butt cheeks which seemed to demand the efforts of your tightest, most seductive grip. And finally, just as Silata imagined the glory would resume this way with neither of them asking questions and simply following their natural sexual instincts, the child upon her separated their kiss and inquired. "What are you grabbing my butt for?" The question seemed to be outright demanding at first yet a smile soon spread over her rosy little cheeks as Silata's fingers tickled down the crack. "Oh God," she murmured with a cackle. "That really tickles."

"Listen, the easiest thing about sex is to follow my movements," Silata advised warmly. "Yet, should either of you feel uncomfortable, don't hesitate to say so or ask me questions. I can help you with every single fear you may have during these activities. Chelsiette, sit up and I'll show you how to bring yourself off."

"What do you mean by that?," the sweetheart asked curiously with her head slightly tilted as Silata got to her knees before her and felt about her little nipples, one hand sliding down over the sea of smoothness between her ribs and pelvis then resting upon the delicious little hairless mound.

"What I mean is that everything in every activity has a purpose. The purpose of ours is what is called an 'orgasm.' I'll bring you to one of these if you relax and enjoy it. You don't have to do anything, I'll do all the work for you."

Chelsiette grinned naively. "An orgasm... right. What is that?"

"You'll soon see," Silata promised while swiftly turning to the grinning Anisha who sat right close to her, fondling her breasts. "Watch what I do to your friend honey," Silata insisted, thoroughly confident she could produce this feeling in an eight year old since she herself had managed such things during that age. "I'm going to grant a beautiful feeling onto your friend here. After playing around naked for a while, each of us will eventually have one of these 'orgasms.' Let me now instruct you on how we can make each other feel and achieve them."

Anisha snickered in excitement whilst casually folding her arms in a sneaky little manner which symbolized a wait for satisfaction. "Okay, show me."

"Yes I'm waiting!," Chelsiette snickered while she also blushed, wedged half way between complete cheeky comfort and mild fear for what was about to occur. Yet her friend's abundant kisses assured her that whatever was approaching her, it would be a calm and gentle thing. Thus it very well was indeed.

Silata started by gently massaging her shoulders, finger work slowly edging its way down to where her un-elevated nipples thrived in their hardened, most electrified state. She lowered her head and flicked her tongue tip over each of these little buds, each one exiting a most excited and joyous cry from the child her mouth pleasured. Reaching behind, Silata then kept her hands in a firm grip over the little girl's ass whilst she ran her tongue over her chest in several lines of saliva trails, igniting the heat from the fresh, taut skin beneath. Her drool simply seemed to increase the spirit of the heavy breathing fulfilment of all Chelsiette's now tickled sexual nerves.

And now at last Silata's hand, after having rubbed the slit several times to its point of releasing those few warm streams of premature juices which were backed up there, her forefinger slipped inside, almost as into the socket of a warm, wet ditch, still however with all its tightness pressured on her finger. While it was a narrow little entrance, it was easily provoked to sexual reaction and in no time, a few mere means of caressing this area further with a little thumb rubbing ticklings over the clitoris caused the child's eyes to roll back in her head while a few of her precious stimulated squirts flecked over her upper thighs.

"Fuck!," the child simply swore that single word for the first time in this ecstasy and without having to be told, Silata tended to her every need, keeping up the pace so that in no time the masturbation was vigorous and soothing to all her fired up arousal. Although she gaped and tried to utter words, it always came clear to her that there was no need, for everything she felt that needed further stimulation was being steadily frigged by the skill of Silata's gifted fingers. And soon, the older girl simply placed her lips straight to Chelsiette's mouth yet again to calm down her interrupted, gasped demands and they simply enjoyed another kiss while the final spell of female ejaculation was granted to this pretty kid.

Her body rippled with this sensation, the skin lightly flecked with perspiration and shivering in the throes of hot pleasure beneath the beautiful waves of the sensation Silata bathed her in. Within the arms of her friend, she initiated into the luxuries of orgasm which can be granted to any creature, no matter what their situation, cancelling out all their problems for a few brief seconds of high. Chelsiette fell into this warmth and the feeling of her shaking little body and the very light little sob-sounding cries against her chest well and truly made Silata feel almost to the point of boiling over herself.

Yes, simply holding a female kid as pretty as her in her lap while she orgasmed could well and truly be the only stimulation required to encourage her to flow forth herself. Yet Silata contained it, ensuring all her efforts were spent only on pleasuring the deserving young Chelsiette.

While kissing her and frigging from in front, Silata meanwhile clapped a hand to her small buttocks and lightly tickled the tip of her forefinger over the responsive little anus between those tight fleshed humps of her rear. Kneeling beside this arousing scene, Anisha was the whole while taking in all there was to process on how the female orgasm effected the body. She observed every shiver and felt the flesh of her friend along the arms and thighs during it, her whole body obviously a responsive little twitching organism in its most pure, pleasure-taking form. She noted also how the fingertips against the trembling flesh caused moans from her friend, then the actual placing of her cool lips in several warm kisses over the skin caused the child to shriek with more clarity of her continued stimulation from the mouth touching her during this nerve-sizzling moment.

Then just for the hell of it, Anisha issued a few light, playful slaps to the trembling rear and Chelsiette then cried the loudest as the rest of her pleasure was flooded out of her system via the hottest dispersal between her legs. She continued to hug Silata for several minutes, nervously awaiting more surprising effects and when these at last ceased, she kissed her teenage friend a dozen times in a multitude of thanks for showing her into this brilliant, exciting genital world.

"Oh Silata that was amazing. So fucking great! Pardon my swearing, but I can't say it any other way," she kissed her for several more minutes, showing her amazing gratefulness by consuming all the moisture from the lips of her acquaintance before yelling aloud in the fullest excitement to her other friend. "Anisha, you have to try it. Sex is fun! It's the best thing in the world. Or whatever it is we're calling it. Orgies or something, just give it a go!"

Silata smiled while Anisha eagerly bounded forth upon her little knees, eyes glittering in equal enthusiasm.

"It's actually called an 'orgasm' what you just experienced. And that's only the finishing touch, therefore a very small part of sex itself. Although it's what we're all striving for during our moments of wishing to caress and mouth each other. Since you enjoyed the experience so much, I have no doubt your friend will as well."

"Yes! Do me next!," Anisha cried, almost as if there were others in the room with them. Yet of course, her only other project was soon naked and sprawled in her lap, the beautiful little back at rest over both her folded knees which acted as a very narrow bed for the child. Then onto this opened up body of perfection, Silata granted it its every begging wish.

First she started by very gently rubbing the tiny slit whilst tickling the clitoris. Anisha had her eyes closed shut and was breathing through her nose, her face still shy yet somehow expressionless as well while she let the nature in Silata's hand do its work. With a face hungry for more pleasure, Chelsiette watched nearby, leaning forward eagerly with her hands on her little knees while she took in the scenery, murmuring encouragement when it truly wasn't needed for her relaxed friend. "It's gonna take a while to get you warmed up first. Don't try to rush it. Just go with it."

Silata murmured softly to Chelsiette. "Yes, it looks like Anisha is just as eager as you to let things happen naturally. She's perfectly calm and it should all go to plan. However I'd also like to educate you a little as well. Try moving your fingertips over this little pink button while I do the work," Silata guided the hand of her little lover to the clitoris of her other little lover.

Then, as Chelsiette went about tickling it much the same as she had been tickled a moment ago, Silata continued to smooth her fingers over the cunt and in very slow manners, introduced more and more of her forefinger through the tight little vice of the child's vagina.

Anisha's eyes were now wide open, utterly enthralled with what was occurring in her tiny, immature reproductive system. It wasn't too long before electrified bursts of energy swept through her and she slowly started to squirm about in slow, joyous writhing to the effects of the fingers attacking her nerves.

Chelsiette giggled while she continued to play with her friend's clit and cause all the more lubrication to emerge so Silata could continue sliding her fingers back into the warm little socket of her pussy. A small series of gasps and cries emerged from her jaws while these pleasures pursued, the whole while her nipples were rubbed by her own hands. With her free arm, Silata guided these aside and after sucking the fingers of this available hand, she rubbed the hot, moist saliva into both these hard little premature beginnings of chest bumps.

Anisha's body now started to slowly thrust up, aiming to engulf more of the fingers in her irritated state. As this occurred, Chelsiette leaned forward and kissed her upper thighs while continuing to use her palm to massage the tiny clit. A squeal accompanied by a shiver beneath her chest-feeling hand informed Silata that in no time at all, the little girl would be in the throes of what her small partner had just experienced. At a more frequent pace, she continued to invade the vagina with deeper and deeper thrusts, the whole while ensuring that while they were deep, they were never at any moment painful.

Finally pleasure was given into its highest state and Anisha almost went limp during it. The hot, boiling tide of all her fired nerves then washed down with the flow of the running little cunt between her legs, feeding all her valued interior fluids from the realm of virginity upon the penetrating finger of her teenage lover. She sighed and relaxed into these beautiful massages of her genitals, the whole while the contributory kisses on her thighs and the clit rubbing of her friend of equal age also causing this to come forth in the most delicious moment of relief her young life had so far experienced.

She managed to sit up when it was all over, her closed eyes fluttering open and those beautiful, delicate lightly pale pupils were in focus yet again. "Oh God I love you!," she declared while leaning forward and placing several relentless kisses to Silata's mouth, each of which were received and basically swallowed down. This beautiful moment was enforced by all the vigour of her little thrusting head, and Silata made it her goal not to miss one single touch of the romance the little girl was dealing out to her. The whole while, she also ensured to keep her other lover in the cover of her grasp and resumed stimulating her nipples to show the pure love she had for both of them was indeed perfectly equal.

With a final sigh they relaxed into each others arms and fell back against the mattress, each of Silata's armpits giving shelter to a little child as naked as she was. While they suckled on the sides of her breasts, she'd encourage their heads up and in turn, lick both the sides of their necks and cheeks whenever available.

It seemed like forever that they refused to go down for breakfast, sexual urges enforcing their curiosity to completely overcome hunger. The built up arousal within Silata was a constant reminder of her first time with Dilena. But she forced such comparisons from her mind as she continued to simply refused her own body any attention throughout this encounter to ensure that she gave to each of the little girls everything they asked for.

"Could I have both of you work on me next?," Chelsiette inquired, now burning more sexually flammable incense upon her every nerve once again. She then gave them a puzzled look to go with her inquiry's continuation. "Or whatever it is you call it."

"Work on you sounds just about right," Silata replied, lying the naked girl on her back over the centre of the mattress, enjoying very much how the child allowed her to shift her every fragile limb to expose her wide open. "I'll show you one of the best ways we can make further love to you. Anisha, I need you to kiss her like I've showed you both. With your tongues in each others mouths. Remember, do it gently and romantically. As you do so, I'll keep your friend stimulated with my tongue as well. Only mine will be in her pussy."

Anisha complied without question, her knees on either side of Chelsiette's head as she leaned down knowingly into her face. "Oh darling, I've always wanted to kiss my bestie." The little girl's rather flexible body allowed her to do so while still basically kneeling around her head. Chelsiette leaned up and fired her tongue back into her mouth, moaning while she did so.

"Oh Anisha! That feels so good! I've always wanted to do this with you. Never with a boy. Not even with another girl. But with you."

Anisha broke the kiss to respond. "Yes, I've only kissed you on the cheek before. But I've always wanted to go further. And I'm enjoying everything so much now it doesn't even shock me to see you getting your pee pee licked."

"Oh God!," Chelsiette groaned. "It really feels great Anisha. You'll have to try having a tongue in it. It's even better than a finger!"

As she cried this aloud, Silata meanwhile kept up the vigorous licking around her crotch, eventually tickling the girls clit with the tip of her tongue and drawing out several excited giggles from her. For several more minutes she allowed her mouth to suckle over the slit and re-lubricate everything with even more moist arousal to coat the slippery way. Then into the beautiful, tight and heated little swollen mound she allowed her tongue to slide, flicking it about within and burning all the sensitive nerves with all the more inflaming lust. While Chelsiette's moans were still audible, Anisha's mouth managed to stifle them a little under her vigorous wave of kisses.

The child humped her mouth, permitting her small body to jolt off of the mattress a series of times to meet with these urges, soon flowing into the pleasurable little sucking device which granted her these pleasures. Her hands clawed at the sheets, grabbing up fabric tangles in her frustrated efforts to release. Anisha's tongue was sucked furiously into her mouth while doing so. Expertly, the other child also had her hand over her vagina and was rubbing the slit while this pursued, although she didn't quite manage an orgasm on her own yet.

Chelsiette meanwhile, slowly fell under the beautiful wave of pleasure accompanying the discharge her tiny little cunt squirted into Silata's mouth, not one drop being missed by her friend. As she fell back onto the covers, Silata basically hugged her pelvis and let her hands clench over those buttocks in a beautiful sign of gratitude for the delicious experience the kid had just handed her.

From the other end, Anisha released a little groan of pleasure while the kiss with Chelsiette resumed although she eventually gave up her rough stimulation and Silata decided to instruct her properly. After numerous thanks from Chelsiette, they rearranged so that the exact same favours could be given to Anisha in this manner. And while she kissed with her friend kneeling over her head like she had done a moment ago, Silata guided them through. Especially as she noticed Chelsiette was fingering herself again, the sex drive of both the children seemingly endless.

"Remember Anisha, and listen up too as you play with yourself Chelsiette," Silata begun. "Don't simply thrust your fingers right inside immediately. Do as my tongue does. Like this." She let her tongue emerge from her mouth and this time instead of sucking right upon the precious little vagina before her, she simply traced the tongue tip around the precious, heated little mound. Chelsiette watched while Silata let her tongue slide up then down ever so gently over the slit and in doing so, began to copy the tongues movements with her finger.

Chelsiette breathed deeply, her eyes fluttering shut and a deeper moan flooding through her body while she attempted to keep up the kisses. However it was clearly the case of her ability to masturbate coming into initiation. Within no time she'd actually managed to stimulate her clit and wetted down the slit so well that she could fit her forefinger in and out with ease.

As she did so, Anisha was also falling prey to the wonders of lustful love while the tongue of her friend gently caressed over her slit and clitoris so well that it was once again hot and alive with more juices. Silata slid her tongue in bit by bit, squirming it about down that delicious little opening and began to flick it around, granting her taste buds all the pleasures of what that child's cunt contained. Anisha now heaved up as Chelsiette had done, feeding the tongue more and more of her precious cunt until she could restrain herself no more and spilled hotly down her friends throat, the final juices to conclude this orgasmic episode.

As her little body shook violently from this release and she vigorously kissed Chelsiette's mouth, she met equal lusting force behind the kiss her friend returned. For Chelsiette also managed to bring herself off at the same time and as she spilled her little adorable flood over her small thighs, she returned the love to the friend she was kissing just as savagely.

When their lips parted, both little girls finally revealed exhaustion from the activities which had drained their small bodies of their morning energy. Chelsiette fell upon her back right after the kiss had ended, one little finger still lodged in her cunt while Anisha remained sprawled in her original position Silata had laid her in, breathing just as heavily. The leftover juices which soaked her little pussy were finally tasted then swallowed down by Silata's efforts, she who once again lay down beside them upon the mattress and enjoyed the beautiful Heaven she was in. Two little angels lay beside her, all to herself. And Heaven's drinking fountains were just as delicious as all its other aspects. This was proven as she continued to lick out the overwhelmingly beautiful taste of Chelsiette's wet cunt and manage to relieve it of its remaining stickiness just as well as she'd done to Anisha's.

One last act pursued during this eager morning. Right when she was positive they would be too stricken by exhaustion and hunger to continue, grinning little Chelsiette sat up and snickered in her most cheeky voice. "I want to do it one more time. Cause that wonderful feeling to happen. Please!"

Silata smiled. "Very well, let's try something all the more exciting. Get on your knees, you too Anisha. Then the two of you come toward each other. Judging from what you've already done, you both have absolutely no reason to be shy."

They all giggled at that and soon, both naked children were facing each other, leaning their flat chests against each other to ease off the pressure of kneeling. Then, as they made out this way, Silata guided their movements. Under her hand, she directed one of Anisha's to clasp the pale little buttocks of Chelsiette and one of Chelsiette's to do the same to Anisha's. Once she placed them there she had little more to do, Chelsiette instinctively groping Anisha's ass in all the pleasurable ways nature itself had taught her while Anisha fondled her friend's just as equally.

As their mouths joined in that beautiful, soft kissing motion, almost simultaneously the two little girls closed their eyes in the midst of these wonderful orgasmic throes. They didn't just rub up against each other and let their nipples slide past in a series of warming rubs, but they also started to hump forth a little in extra seductive motions. Their hands on each others bare asses encouraged this reaction and their sighs and cries only increased from the more vigorous thrusting they naturally gave themselves over to.

Silata rubbed their little thighs in turn from the side to encourage more sexual action from both. After doing so and feeling her palm against all their hot little thigh flesh for a while, Silata simply lay down upon her stomach and stared up at the wonders she'd created. Her mouth opened and she now licked the perspiration from their smooth little legs, from the hips all the way down to the bent knees. But most of all, she simply admired the beautiful, immature yet somehow expert sight commencing before her.

Chelsiette moaned and delve her tongue deeper into Anisha's mouth, her moan turning to a cry as she was the first to orgasm. In doing this, her tiny nipples glided even faster over her friends and her little pussy trickled warmly against Anisha's, wetting both the tops of her thighs and her stomach. Anisha, in feeling her friend ignite set off her own pleasures to the max as well. In no time she was returning the kiss to her exhausted friends mouth just as vigorously and letting her hand explore and and clench upon all the more beautiful, smooth ass flesh while she did so.

Chelsiette briefly broke the kiss with a loud cry. "Oh my God Anisha, this is Heaven. Don't stop, don't ever stop!" This demand was eventually broken to stammers as the pleasure overwhelmed all her speech. The feeling of the kissing and the rubbings had brought forth the most luxurious responses and instantly when she felt she needed a finger buried in her cunt, she instead penetrated Anisha's.

As soon as she did this to the other girl, Anisha responded by sliding her finger up into Chelsiette's pussy in return, warming and rubbing her clit under her thumb while she did so.

Following this example, Chelsiette ensured her friends clit was well stimulated during the height of the orgasm as well, penetrating into the flooding little orifice as far as her tiny forefinger could travel. The two kids came over each others hands while struggling to keep their lips together. Meanwhile, both their free hands grasped and even lightly slapped each others smooth ass cheeks during this throbbing release.

Silata let them do it all on their own, only joining in with those light little licks over their legs now and then but ultimately, keeping clear of the loving field until both her tiny players had gotten the instructions right. Therefore, both had given each other the most delicious orgasms accomplishable.

One little final cry of pleasure emerged from the two of them before at last they fell apart and lay sprawled on their backs, however managing to giggle with their small mouths lathered in each others bright and fresh little spittle. "That was so much fun," Chelsiette declared.

"I love you Silata!," Anisha declared happily with the same little love plastered grin. "I've never done anything funner in all my life!"

Silata smiled and gently petted the flat tit closest to her with a warm smile. "My pleasure honey. I love you too. Both of you."

Anisha got to her knees and crawled over to Chelsiette, kissing the girls neck and eventually finding her mouth as she traced her tongue all up her jaw. "I've never felt closer to you," she spoke soothingly to her tired little friend. The two of them embraced in a naked hug while sharing between their mouths even further joys. Yet ultimately, they were all out of orgasmic charge for one morning. Nevertheless the entwining shapes of their two bodies, their rubbing thighs, interlocked ankles and adorable kiss remained in its massively arousing state to the staring Silata.

Finally Anisha sat up and inquired into breakfast, instantly awakening Silata to the fact that she couldn't lie in this particular section of Heaven much longer without moving forward. Yet she was correctly confident that no matter where the day ahead of her would lead her, Heaven would remain just as strongly so long as she was in the company of her two little beauties.

Downstairs in the cheap yet functional lobby café, they dined on a few abundant dishes of bacon and eggs. Soon on full stomachs, the two kids looked completely relaxed under Silata's view. The night having filled them with good rest, a morning draining them of orgasms and a filling breakfast caused them to never look more pleasant and enthusiastic than they were now. Silata was positive they could tackle anything the open road had to throw at them. And although she herself was still boiling within due to unreleased sexual arousal, her enthusiasm matched theirs.

"Where are we going today?," Anisha asked over her giant orange juice jar she had to clasp between both her small hands.

"We'll decide something after I've borrowed the internet here," Silata checked through her purse and gathered a few coins for the free service in the lobby. "I'll plan our next move first then we'll just enjoy the rest of the day."

She failed to hesitate, knowing full well she had to have some type of future scoped out for them. Therefore, she showed no fear in approaching a computer screen yet again even though she herself was terrified the suspicious search she was about to embark upon would provide nothing to her liking. Yet what shocked her greatly with even more good fortune than the discovery of two thousand dollars on her person the day before, was that a tiny little website was offering her all she needed to stay alive in her current existence right now.

While the kids played around upstairs in their apartment and possibly discovered more and more secrets of their bodies at the same time, Silata collected every shred of information she needed from this website.

It was a miracle amidst a desert of hopeless searches. It simply popped up, offering information after several filters which kept your average searchers out. If you wanted to know what the website had to provide, you had to complete several word puzzles and tests which would eventually bore anyone who wasn't determined enough to get to it. Yet Silata stayed on board and finally accessed the page.

It was advertising an old orphanage, transformed into a modern day hotel accommodation. It kept its original structure by having many people share bedrooms. Yet despite the place seeming old style with an abundance of occupants staying there, it was just what Silata was searching for. The owner introduced herself through a short profile page accompanied by several paragraphs describing her person.

Her name was Muireta Vincen. She was a nun, or at least disguised herself as one. And to the general public, she not only made herself come across as religious but also had them all convinced the place she owned was still an orphanage. Everyone who lived there did their best to help that illusion during any inspections or investigations. But in truth, the place was something else entirely.

It was a home for runaway females who all shared two things in common. The first was that they were too financially destroyed to live on their own. And the second was that they couldn't possibly return to their previous lifestyles due to differing beliefs or situations. It was proudly advertised on this secret little webpage, that all females who attended eventually joined in various activities with the others, most of these sexual. Muireta enforced the belief that within her walls, she advocated sexual freedom and believed that no girl should ever fear or hesitate to take pleasure with another.

After getting her eager hands on her notebook and writing down the address, Silata was instantly at peace with the whole situation. This was perfect. When she and her two little friends ran out of the cash they had on them, they now had somewhere to resort to. However Silata also decided that she wouldn't fling herself straight into such a place without first having spent some more alone time with her two new acquaintances.

Who knew if Muireta was truly as free and understanding as she made out on her website. She might still see Silata as a freak like everyone else did. After all, she had just made love to two eight year old girls and proudly given them the first orgasms of their lives. Were she to hurry off to such a place, there was still a good chance Muireta might restrict such practices from continuing as they had.

To be honest, Silata wanted as much of Chelsiette and Anisha as she could get. And to at least enjoy every last shred of the friendship they offered her before anyone else could intervene. Social situations now terrified Silata more than ever, for they now had the bonus threat of being able to steal away her two precious companions from her. And at the hotel/orphanage, there would be numerous situations where friendship with others would be encouraged. Right now, to stay healthy, she simply needed to have those two precious little girls to herself.

She dashed back upstairs with a new energy of hope and flung open the door wide. Instantly she enjoyed the sight before her gaze. Anisha was on all fours while Chelsiette lay behind her, reaching up and fingering both her tight little cunt and ass while masturbating herself the entire time. Anisha was instructing her friend quite well but Chelsiette seemed to be completely beneath the sea level of pleasures, her voice almost watery with those pleasant cries.

As soon as Silata came in, they both turned to her and smiled with a strange look of naughty intent in their eyes. They both seemed unsure as to whether or not they should appear guilty or happy. Silata then assured them they ought to be the latter as she gave them an equally warm smile.

"My dear little honey angels, we don't have anything to worry about now."

Chapter 6

In the following three days of which their accommodation was the current one they'd first stayed in, the events played out in the most beautiful, untainted stages of Silata's life so far. She had everything she wanted. Hope for the future, the best friends in the world, and constant opportunity for sexual relief from her hormonal teenage body. By the end of the second night, Silata's efforts had acquainted both Chelsiette and Anisha with nearly everything they'd require to know about lesbian love and how to make that love come to life under the covers with her.

No one could frig Silata's cunt quite as well as Chelsiette and Silata was also positive no one's kiss was more delicious than Anisha's. They varied on all these different elements of sexual advantage and disadvantage. Ergo, they had their strong spots as well as their weak ones. But overall, when combined, they created something much more beautiful than Dilena had ever been. Silata was now more positive than ever that Chelsiette and Anisha were born to be a duo in bed. And one could simply not exist in pure perfection without the other nearby.

However, still being children, the fresh air and play time meant a great deal to them as it also did to Silata. So they didn't spend all three of these days playing about in that stuffy yet romantic apartment. No, the three of them made first class joy from the wonderful view of the lagoon a few streets down, where they'd have their lunch at the fish and chip shop then dinner at the chicken shop. Rather than returning to the apartment, on the third night they stayed by the deserted lagoon in two public hammocks strung out almost particularly for them. Chelsiette and Silata squeezed into one while Anisha had the other all to herself to stretch out upon.

Yet soon, the sweet child demanded that they take hers down and tie it up closer to theirs so they could all be closer together. This was managed in a few worthwhile minutes of rearrangement so the three of them could enjoy the nightly view of the lagoon as one.

Silata, going into the active mode of memorizing, would never forget the beauty of these elements. They were as accurate as her first recollections of Dilena. Only with Chelsiette and Anisha, the dear children who understood her so well, such memories had a fresh air of pleasantness that would class them as being beautiful in every aspect and not the least painful. The dark black lagoon water was flooded with a pure streak of silver moonlight shimmering before their gazes. The fresh aroma of the pine trees of which supported their hammocks accompanied the beauty already offered by the patch of perfect liquid in the natural dish of the Earth carved out before them.

Yet most importantly of course, was her company. Chelsiette snuggled warmly against her on one side while from the other, Anisha was tilting her hammock in a means to constantly get all the more closer to theirs. For a while, Silata would just evenly place kisses upon one of their foreheads then move to the next. Then those mere innocent kisses changed to deep tonguing mouthing's, all of which were spaced out evenly between all three of them. Silata would kiss each of her companions, then become pleasurably moist by watching the two girls kiss each other before her gaze. Therefore, clearly judging from all these contributory elements of joy, this was a situation in which not a single imperfection could thrive.

As this particular night wore on, they found it harder to accomplish sleep without having tasted more and more perversions, or at least explored with a brighter search-light, the avenue of sexual pleasures. While Silata was still clothed, she had the naked Chelsiette sprawled upon her and was warming her with a back massage which played over every short length of flesh from her shoulder blades to her buttocks.

Then to burden the hammock further, the nude Anisha threw herself upon Chelsiette so Silata was now lying beneath both her companions, responsible for literally warming them with her embrace while figuratively, they warmed her heart with theirs.

"Silata," Chelsiette began carefully, a wicked grin taking the edges of her smile to flight. "I want to try the really dirty stuff again. You know. Where you don't just lick my pee pee but my butt. Could you do that for me?"

"I'd be honoured," Silata allowed the girl to shuffle about on top of her for a while, her knees sliding up and interlocking first with her armpits then finally transferring positions and she flipped from her stomach-lying position onto her rear, only sitting up this time right upon the older girl's breastbone. Silata bore this patiently, the weight being nothing too difficult to uphold.

"There!," Chelsiette giggled turning back to share a smile with Silata. "This is exactly what I wanted."

"Why is that may I ask, is this you're favourite thing I've shown you?," Silata inquired while she felt about the hard fleshed little ass of the child.

Chelsiette eagerly bit her lip and shook her head. "Nuh uh. I like it when my pee pee gets licked the best. Its got that little button, clit thing which causes me to feel so sexy and ticklish all over. But Anisha says she likes this the best."

Anisha blushed, lightly striking her friends shoulder. "Don't tell her that!"

"Don't fear, we're all honest here," Silata laughed back, continuing to play with the child's buttocks while she cradled them. "If we're close enough friends to trust our lives with each other, then we ought to be honest about what we enjoy the most. As they've probably taught you one thing right in school, I'm guessing it's that you shouldn't pick your friends just because of identical interests. Or, worded differently, because you like all the same things."

"Yes," Chelsiette agreed brightly. "They always say to pick your friends on what's down here," she rubbed her pretty little chest then cheekily tickled her cunt briefly. "Or down there, haha!"

Silata also laughed. "Wise words."

"Anyway, I want to try having my butt licked while I do it to Anisha. Just so she's not the only one enjoying herself," Chelsiette confirmed.

Leaning forward with that bright smile and eager intent still showing, Silata delve right upon her companions delicious, pale curves of the ass cheeks. The little girl shivered, blushed a little but after adjusting to feeling the warm tongue tickling its work over that precious rear sector, she leaned forward and applied the same caring treatment to Anisha, who was on all fours above Silata's legs, offering up her splendid little ass to the face of her friend who dove in at her wishes.

So with these acts amazingly supported by the hammock the entire time, the three girls produced nerve-loving discharges over these events. Silata kept Chelsiette's clit well tickled and slid her finger up and down the slit, sliding it in and feeling about the contracted cunt walls while her mouth never failed to continue sucking on and applying kisses to the ass. Chelsiette was soon moaning and almost whistling out high noted pleasure tones near the end, her slit warming up with the early moisture of her childish rush.

Anisha tried to hold out longer than her friends eager squirming was indicating although she herself was falling victim to the pleasures just as quickly. In her little head, she'd conjured up the thoughts of trying to prolong ones discharge. It seemed to be instinctive knowledge to an initiated little girl, or any child for that matter of fact, that keeping one further away from orgasm the longer made the ecstatic finale all the more furious. However, Anisha's pleasure soon savaged her system and the tongue at work on her ass was added by a more vigorous attack underneath.

Chelsiette, feeling her cunt rubbed by Silata, copied those finger motions onto her friend while continuing the ass worship, enhancing every little explosion Anisha was soon squealing with. "Oh God help me! Heellllppp meee!," she cried in her amateur quality as she was taken under this flood.

Even after spending the prior day trying out almost everything there was to try, every time either child produced a discharge they were shocked at its sheer, brutally comfortable controlling force. It would take more than a day of experimentation, yielding to whatever they asked of her, to transform the two kids into full time sluts. But their persisting awkwardness and shock at the power of each and every one of their orgasms was precisely what made it all the more stimulating for Silata herself, being the proud active enjoyer of their innocence.

What she truly enjoyed was not just her friends holding the passive role, but also their surprised little sighs, deep blushes and shocked faces which accompanied that role. Anisha, who was mysterious enough to begin with and so fast developed into having chosen a favourite passion after just a day of experiencing them all, was still a vessel of minute innocence especially when it came to the climax. Yet Silata was there to guide them both through and even in the midst of her own discharge brought on by Anisha's frigging of her cunt, she ensured they were both as comfortable as can be in this embrace. She felt the upmost satisfaction when they each let go a few drops of released liquid, Anisha's upon her belly and Chelsiette's over her chest.

"So much fun," Chelsiette muttered in a long stammer as she eventually collapsed upon the hammock, the refuge of lying upon her stomach accidentally bringing her into 69 contact with Silata. Anisha, having not felt entirely relieved just yet, clambered into her own hammock and turned to face them, a naughty little grin crossing her cheeks as she correctly guessed what was about to naturally occur, seemingly by accident.

Having her face so close to the recently orgasmically relieved cunt was seen as perfect opportunity for Chelsiette to clean up the precious droplets with her tongue before they could slide into the pit of the hammock. So she needed no encouragement and instantly began flicking her tongue about over her slit, Silata's moan bringing her to attention and she turned back with mischievous little eyes. "What? Do you need to go again?"

Silata simply bit her lip then nodded before turning up to the little girl's pussy which was resting right atop her breast. Of course, since Chelsiette was a great deal smaller, 69 couldn't be performed in comfort. Yet Silata had just the correct contortionist muscles in the right places to manage to lean up and click between her friends pussy and ass crack while her cunt was continuously stimulated.

Seeing her having difficulty in the position, Anisha leapt back into their hammock and locked her legs about Silata's waist, using her body as a support for Silata to remain reaching her cunt. Yet soon, the teenager complained it was too much of a strain on her spine and relaxed onto Anisha, who joyfully cradled her head and permitted her a few fingers to suck on that she'd just finished stimulating her slit with.

Chelsiette briefly stopped to inform Silata there was no real issue at hand. "Don't worry about licking me and just relax while I do this to you. It feels good when you just help someone else have fun."

The child indulged on the sweetness of the teenagers cunt, knowing full well what her tongue was producing while she drank down the delicious discharge. It was in the production of one of the best pleasures ever granted to her friend in such a precious sector. Anisha reached over and stimulated Chelsiette during this episode and despite her little fingers playing more than roughly with the clit, she caused her friend an outburst of pleasure from her lips. A cry cut off by Silata's, who yelled all the more immensely as she leaked into the child's face.

Although Chelsiette had enjoyed the fingering enough for such a shout to emerge, she clearly hadn't leaked out all her contained nectar as vigorously and enjoyably as Silata. Although she thought she'd become an expert, Anisha would perhaps need another lesson in frigging the following day since she hadn't caused Chelsiette to orgasm that effectively. Yet not wanting to tire the girls out, Silata called it a night and fell asleep watching the lagoon, right after she'd tucked the two of them in.

Although she didn't need to move to all too greater lengths to tuck them in as they'd decided to sleep with her. Thus, she simply had to enclose their bodies in her arms and shielded all three of them beneath the blanket. At two in the morning, she awoke and had to wake them as well, ensuring they were fully dressed before morning. However as the weather had taken a turn for a cold morning, the three of them walked the short distance back to the hotel and fell asleep upon the floor mattress instantly. Despite that short interruption, the remainder of their sleep was deep and undisturbed.

Silata's state of calm remained into the following morning, even with the knowledge that they'd reached their final day in which they could remain in this hotel before they'd be kicked out the following. So rather than wasting what could be their final day together planning any further, she took the two of them out for a bright little experience of the outside world, hand in hand with her.

She got to know more about them. Those detailed characteristics that she feared she wouldn't love so much as their bodies, melted into the one beautiful lusting love. Or loving lust, whichever way in which you'd place those two words together.

She now saw more to Chelsiette than she had when she first took in her appearance. Looking beyond the gorgeous body and the dreamy, pure perfection that all her multiple viewings of website material had failed to conjure an equal to. It wasn't just that she was the dream body, the dream kisser, the wonderful treasure of cunnilingus. She was also a pleasant friend to Silata. An acquaintance to whom she could feel not a single secret of hers needed to be veiled from. Silata knew all about her body, so during this latest day together, she also gained all there was to know about her character.

Chelsiette would comfort her frequently, in and out of an embrace. As they sat by an abandoned stable in the country side of which a few leftover, wild horses remained, Silata indulged in their conversation. They'd sit back while watching Anisha busy herself feeding the horses any available carrots about the ground. Clearly the child was fond of animals. And Chelsiette, although saying she didn't really have a soft spot for animals, stated that she'd always commit herself to caring for them should it make Anisha happy. True friendship between those two blossoming right there. And soon, it had blossomed to full flower between Silata and Chelsiette as well.

"My mommy use to tell me all kinds of stuff about kindness and shit," Chelsiette spoke openly with a tremor of disgust when mentioning her mother. "I hated her. I still hate her quite a lot. All she ever taught me about fricking kindness was to be nice to the popular girls in the class. Anisha wasn't one of them, so mom never liked the fact that I was her friend. She tried to get me to show that pathetic 'kindness' to other girls who were so loved by the group they didn't need any more of it in the first place."

"That's the way of a little developing society for you," Silata spoke darkly, more to herself than to Chelsiette at first. "Just the damn same as the last one. All about popularity for the high achievers. Never any time for the lower class. Exclusion of the slow, the demented, the deviant."

"What?," Chelsiette was majorly confused by her words.

"Sorry, I'm just muttering," Silata smiled. "What I'm saying is that people like us are never seen as part of the group. And the group doesn't want us because we differ so much."

"Well I don't want to be part of the group in the first place!," Chelsiette declared brightly in determination, her little eyes flaring as she sat closer to Silata in a half-embrace. Silata let her arm rest about her little shoulders and absorbed her every word. "Silata, you're not in the group are you? Because that's the only reason I'd want to join."

Silata grinned and chuckled a little. "No, obviously not. We're talking about normality here. So I'll never be part of that group."

Chelsiette turned the embrace to a full one as she hugged her friend tightly about the waist and received equal, caressing love in return. "Then I never will be either," the little girl replied. "I want to be forever on your side and I need you to survive. And not just because you're paying for everything, but because I LOVE you so much. I'll always need you."

Silata kissed her soft little cheek for nearly a minute before whispering what was now the absolute truth. And this was in the present Heaven she was in, not in Memorable Heaven. For not a single thought of Dilena could so much as go fleeting through her brain in such a moment. She embraced her current friend and only her current friend, who she swore she'd seal her fate to forever.

"Right back at you Chelsiette. I'll always need you too."

Chapter 7

The afternoon to the last day in which they expected to spend as their little three person team fell upon them with storm threatening skies. Yet despite the darkness and downpour, this didn't halt them from heading out past the stable fields to spend the night dining at the richest country-side pub the area had to offer. Well of course, it wasn't just a pub. It had a rear room confined to an exquisite restaurant so thorough in its hefty expense that Silata knew she'd assured that their destiny the following day would be Muireta Vincen's so called 'orphanage.' For not a single cent was remaining of the lucky two thousand Silata had found to be on her person at the moment of runaway. The hungry jaws of this restaurant's prices had consumed all that remained of it. This did not place any weight upon their enjoyment however.

Chelsiette sat nearest to the window, opposite Silata and beside her dearest companion of equal age. Anisha was rubbing her leg beneath the table, simply grinning as she guessed despite all lacking maturity, that the palm movement against the other child's bare leg was indeed as arousing as it was. Chelsiette twisted about, giggling and blushing at the same time, soon slapping her friends little hand away.

Eventually, Chelsiette was so full-stomached on desert she nearly drifted off at their little side table, leaning against the small ledge framing the window and letting her pretty lashes flutter her eyelids into sleepy zone. She soon shuffled about to receive more comfort from this overly comfortable position. One little leg was soon propped up on the table, both Silata and Anisha sharing tingling little views of the precious, smooth-skinned foot encased in its small sandal.

"She always does a good job with her nail paint," Anisha commented with a chuckle at the beautiful sight of her relaxed friend. Several waitresses passed by and not a single one demanded the pretty little thing remove her leg from the table. Chelsiette could get away with worldly destruction and not have a single soul perk up any defiance to her. Pretty little girls of her kind never had to fight to get their way. Although, Chelsiette was so very considerate to others at the same time.

"She's a sweetheart, that's for sure," Silata murmured while locking gazes with Anisha. The gaze on her part expressed questioning light, determined to discover more of what their separate lives so far had veiled from her. "Were you always her friend?"

"As soon as second grade began, yes," Anisha replied, sensing Chelsiette's cute little doze was preventing her from hearing a single shred of their talk. The little skull was soon nuzzling the window sill in a hopes to find comfort for her head, thus grabbing her about the shoulders, Anisha gently guided the other child down into her lap where her sleep fully commenced. It was truly a beautiful sight, wrought from the most natural stone of friendship before all the modern races to adulthood caused children of their kind to view such an act as belittling the age of their acquaintance. But Chelsiette, in complete trust of Anisha, knew there wasn't a single moment in which letting herself drift off amid the little school-skirt folds of her partners lap would cause her friend to doubt her maturity. One mere friend helping another to rest, is all the sight presented.

Silata murmured. "Were you two always in the same class?"

"No, not until second grade," Anisha retold all there was to memorize from their past together. "I never had any friends up until Chelsiette. Or at least, none that hung around after a few days. I couldn't even talk back to them like they talked to me. Everyone called me shy. I don't think I am though. I just never wanted to really talk to anyone properly until I met Chelsiette. Unlike everyone else, who left so quickly, Chelsiette stayed with me for most of this year. And she's still here," Anisha continued to cradle and gently massage the other child's sleeping head in her lap. "She understood me, she gave up all her friends for me."

"Really?," Silata asked, entirely enfolded in the coils of love the two kids had for each other. Such a great emotional impact Anisha's small yet reasonable life story was caressing her soul with. "You're worth every sacrifice Anisha, I'll never doubt that. But does Chelsiette really know what it feels like to be popular? Did she once experience that?"

"She wants to forget she ever did and sometimes pretends like it never happened," Anisha replied while she resumed petting her sleeping friends warm little ear lobe through her parted hair. "But she was always chatting with a bunch of little bitches before she noticed me. She looked happier then. No one was mean to her until she became my friend. Then the two of us just had to get away from it all together. And with you on our side, it's even better. We can take on anything."

Silata then embraced Anisha much the same as she had Chelsiette earlier that day, feeling as if she'd accomplished a pair of strong emotional connections with them both. And if they were the only connections to ever be made in her collapsing lifestyle, so be it. It was worth it. Both these kids had travelled on many limitless journeys of sexual encounters during this short stay in their hotel and also during their experiences beside the lagoon. And now, on the last day they were to certainly be alone in their three-person team of misunderstood characters, they had managed to understand each other so well that their love was certain to battle anything the outside world could throw at them. Whether it be legal, Godly, Earthly or any other means of interference so much as Dilena's sharp, pained existence in Silata's memory, they could indeed take on it all. Just as Anisha had said.

Having to lean across the table to fulfil her embrace with Anisha, who so gently returned every shred of love dealt out to her, the little girl rocked forth and awoke Chelsiette. "Hey," the other child murmured as she nearly slipped onto the floor. "Watch it," she playfully tapped Anisha on the knee and the two engaged in a brief little tickle-wrestling, nearly red-faced with laughter and pure happiness by the end of it. Silata's spirits of joy were equal to theirs.

They ended this spectacular night of theirs back in the hotel room, every last shining star in the sky resembling the same, fresh aired view they'd inhaled from their restaurant window. So with that specifically patterned night sky peeping through their window to the room they occupied, the three of them mastered their grandest love-making yet on that very precious evening. The night of which, terrifying Silata in the back of her mind, would be linked to a morning due to split apart the lone existence of this delicate threesome come the arrival at Miss Vincen's lesbian institution. But there was a reason she forced such things to the back of her mind, and that was in the good will of her intent to enjoy the present.

Chelsiette lay wide open in a snickering little expectation of receiving her attentions first, since she were the drowsy one with the highest rate of falling asleep during. Yet Silata managed so she kept both Chelsiette and Anisha stimulated simultaneously. She lowered her mouth to that delicious, beautiful hairless little slit and licked over it repeatedly, tonguing the clit whilst with her hand, she expertly fingered Anisha and soon had both children oozing arousal. As fairness for her efforts at bringing the two of them off, Anisha ensured her own finger was sliding in and out of Silata's bare, slick aperture between her legs. And in an unlubricated assault, Anisha was so excited by the fingers of her friend she rather brutally shoved her forefinger through Silata's anus, flaring raw yet ever exciting pleasure through her rear at the same time.

Silata moaned, slid up from her cunt, lowered her head and pressed her lips to Chelsiette's, almost roughly grazing them yet ensuring all was still peaceful between her mouth and the smaller one she was devouring. Their tongues played about the pretty little pink caverns behind each of their pure white teeth and they lay naked with their chests pressed together, vagina to vagina.

Now in what was becoming a familiar trend of theirs, their three person love was assembled in a piling, Anisha jumping atop of Silata and lying her bare chest against her older friends back. So Silata's teen body was sandwiched naked between two equally naked children, the base of their stack of a threesome being the comfortable sea of a yielding mattress which caused the least amount of strain to she who was at the bottom of this pile.

Chelsiette embraced her position. She clutched at Silata's breasts, fondled the small lumps, tickled the nipples and even set them alight with some rather rough pinches now and then. All this was borne and ignited further joyous lights to her sexual nerves. Silata felt the girl beneath her had her heart in the palm of her little kiddy hands. A heart she could crush at any second by the tiniest violent moves against her, so much as a harsh word or rough contact. But right now, with the exciting pinches to her breasts which did naught but burn within her some unfound masochistic flare, Silata could gain naught but pleasure from it. She begged Chelsiette to do it harder while Anisha fingered both her asshole and cunt in turn.

"Oh Chelsiette! That's it, pinch em! Hit my breasts. Bring me off you naughty little child! Oh yes! Yes! Great bloody Jesus yes!" Silata's teeth were clenched through most of these cries.

Soon losing control, she spilled hotly onto the small upper legs of Chelsiette, the whole while the feeling of Anisha's finger in her rear shuddering wave after wave of pleasure over her every nerve. Chelsiette groaned from beneath her as Silata rubbed her wet cunt against hers and the friction soon set her own clitoris sizzling with delight. Chelsiette thrust up from the bed and in the short distance between her pussy and Silata's, made several slapping sounded movements to thrust the wet pair of tight-fleshed pelvic bones closer together. With one cunt having delicately rubbed the other all afire, the child did naught but thrust up to meet her friends. Then to ensure she made it through this parody of a scissoring without losing her grip on the threads of her orgasm, Silata squeezed an arm between their two bodies and plunged a finger into Chelsiette's trembling cunt, rubbing the clitoris while bringing forth magnificent release for the young, perspired child. Chelsiette squealed aloud.

"Oh fuck! This is so good. Yes, oh fuck yes!," her childish voice box now inhabiting these words did nothing but further influence Silata's love of her new sexual friends. The 'f' word was always so very pleasurable when coming from the lips of a corrupted child's mouth.

Chelsiette reached up and increased their slippery rubbings by adding a few additional pinches to Silata's nipples, causing the older girl to discharge again and re-bathe their lower body parts in the heated liquid of their love. Silata cried out and bit her lip, breaking their kiss and causing Chelsiette to nuzzle into her neck while she poured forth again.

"Oh fuck, rub my pussy!," Chelsiette screeched in a pause from licking Silata's neck, feeling all her nerves fired once again. Silata massaged it with her hand during her second orgasm, inserting her finger into Chelsiette's cunt yet again and stimulating the tiny clit until the child was well sure she was going to release again.

"Incoming," she giggled sweetly before pleasure took her over and her eyes fluttered shut, her following orgasm causing her to simply take the extreme pleasure in a blushing silence rather than to resume her cries. She moaned and eventually quit the tremors in her legs, falling close to slumber beneath the warmth of Silata once it was done.

Silata managed not to give out until Anisha had also gained her relief. From above her, the little child was working hard to manage this and when Silata reached back behind her, she brought her through with minimal difficulty.

Anisha squealed with delight, feeling the spare arm of Silata reach back behind her and even in this odd position, encunt her pretty little pussy with a much greater thrill than Anisha could manage on her own. Just a few little movements to the already extremely aroused child and she spattered against the buttocks she was at work at. Anisha waited until Silata withdrew her finger from her tight little pussy then finally relieved her own finger from the intrusion it had made on Silata's asshole.

Then at last, instead of crushing Chelsiette, the pile gave way as the two toppled away to the right side. Silata ensured Anisha was guided down comfortably then lay alongside her in the exact same, relieved dimension of the aftershock. All of their sighs intermingled as the last of their tingles rippled out of their sex organs and they lay upon the dazzling, dark clouds of nightly relief.

They lay this way as they slept, Silata drifting off without another word to the two of them and they both were under the glorious, warm wave of sleep long before she was. So ultimately, nothing more needed saying after their orgasms.

However during the morning hour at some point, an invasive dream shook Silata awake. The recollection as sharp as if it were just replayed before her eyes on a screen. All about her were prison bars. Dark painted steel beams blocking out her view of the sun and shielding this place in a horrid, greying atmosphere. Pellets of rain hit the ground all about her, invading through the mesh screening in the roof. She was just as naked as she was when she'd fallen asleep, suddenly grappled by a dozen reaching, pawing arms.

The arms were female, yet knotted with muscles and strengthened, unappealing hairs which sprouted from the flesh. As they turned her about, she stared up into a group of red-eyed, stereotypical prison lesbians. They were all savage and balding. Several wore nothing but their tattoos. "Let's encunt this little bitch!," one muscular black woman bellowed as she shoved her finger so hard into Silata's pussy that she noticed her cunt was pouring out an unrealistic crimson coloured river in response to the intrusion. "Let's fuck over this sick pedo-leso slut!," they chanted.

As the dream wore on, Silata scrambled about on the filthy, rain slickened cement ground and noticed through her tears and the cold downpour striking her face, a very glamorous spectator was approaching. Everything about her was the utter perfect beauty of her memorable days of Heaven so far still unrepeated. Still, when envisioned again, no match against both Chelsiette and Anisha put together.

Dilena walked up close to where Silata was enduring the devastating attack. She had that knowing look in her precious little eyes and that familiar sneer on her face that the most evil, devilish child in the world could not imitate as beautifully or as darkly. She was in a long, unusual amber coloured slicker which blocked off the downpour. Yet with all the dream's magic on her side, she was also barefoot and showing off those beautiful little toes, soles and heels of the most divine power. No water or grime could strike the clear, pure ground around her perfect little feet. They simply repelled it. And although she was now a phantom in Silata's mere dream, that sweet little creature obviously still had the time to apply a perfect pink nailed pedicure to those wonderful toes. Just to tease Silata with the fact she'd once tasted their beauty and could never do so again, so far away from this prize of her lust she was now.

"Glad to see you're enjoying prison life," Dilena snickered, staring coldly at Silata. "This is the only place for freaks like you. Eventually you'll get caught with these new friends of yours. And don't act like you fucking love them. You're just gonna go through child after child, trying so hard to find one that imitates me correctly until at last the police take you in. And the only pussy you ever get again is of stinking, unclean, hairy lesbian jail trash! You may as well end your life now. Right this second."

And that is without doubt, something which would have emerged from the child's mouth were she a real presence or a mere ghost. Her simple evil was as pure as her beauty. And all Silata could do was look on upon it as she felt those savage prison monsters tearing her apart from behind. The last thing she saw before she thankfully woke up was the incoming strike to her face as Dilena lifted that wondrous little foot and kicked her jaw in.

When Silata awoke, she found she'd crawled to the end of the mattress in her sleep, perhaps imitating the means in which she'd tried to drag herself away from the jail attack. Turning back, she noticed both her companions in their pretty little quality, sleeping just as soundly as they were before. Nothing stirred them.

Struggling not to think of the dream yet still battling to get Dilena off her mind, Silata simply curled up at the foot of the mattress and miserably sucked on both Chelsiette's and Anisha's toes while the little girls slept, causing only further comfort to dawn on their faces and their sleep to deepen under her mouthing efforts.

Just like her pain-stifling methods before she met them, she both avoided pain and replaced it with arousal to cure her fear. Fear of the dream turning into reality. Fear of the inevitable divisions prone to occur between them at their arrival at Miss Vincen's residence tomorrow.

It's fair to say, she gave their feet quite a working over before drifting off herself yet again. Thankfully, the dream did not return.

Chapter 8

The most difficult segment to the puzzle of her brain was the fact she well and truly wanted to attend Miss Vincen's runaway resort. It was the place of tranquillity, safety and immortality for her deviancy. The dream of Dilena and the prison however, no matter how much you'd assume it would push her in the direction of craving safety, on the contrary caused her to tremor all the more violently at the thought of forfeiting her lone company with Chelsiette and Anisha.

Before they were officially no longer customers, they dined at the small breakfast café yet again. This short hour of consummation of further café delights would hopefully be yet another pleasant moment together. Silata had planned it that way, yet when it came around to reality, her mind was too focused on her anxieties to pay any real heed to the few minutes of their meal at all. The rush of time devoured it and they were back on the road in the next second. Only this time, thanks to her defeated budget, they were walking.

"Are you sure we can't catch a cab?," Chelsiette asked sweetly, her good spirits still overcoming all the situations provocatives for complaint. The rising son glittered so wonderfully against her pale little face, such a generous creature even in the heat of the outback after an hour of walking.

Silata sighed. "No, I'm afraid not. I haven't a cent."

In a flash, the time was indeed noon, the rising sun seemingly having darted halfway across the sky in a matter of seconds. And sun burns on all three of them were significant by the time a vehicle passed by and offered them refuge. Silata worried of the driver's intent, since Chelsiette and Anisha were studied closely by the beady eyes behind his spectacles. She'd dressed the two kids in the same, re-washed school clothes they'd been wearing when she came across them. And how they defined their cuteness to the highest extreme was rational enough for one to wonder what was going through the mind of anyone who picked them up. Their only protection was Silata, who could be just as easily overpowered by a fat truck driver as each of her acquaintances. And even worse for Silata specifically, what if the idiot recognised the two children from some far spread out of town missing person pictures?

Neither scenarios, either of bitter molestation or discovery of missing kids came about. Namely because, with an abrupt sense of purpose, Silata directed him elsewhere. When he drove away, he'd left them directly out front of their water park. Ergo, the travel inland he had embarked upon did not require any inconvenience on his part, as he headed deeper into the city. This decision having been made when Silata noticed the little achievement of Anisha.

Whilst driving, the man had let his wallet slip from his pocket. Then, quick as lightning, Anisha had deprived it of three hundred dollars. Silata, gluing her lips shut, kept the whole matter in the silence it needed to be in. Then upon demanding he change directions, it was decided that one last day of fun was in order. And of course, by the time it was evening, they would have arrived at Vincen's establishment for certain, since cash was now reasonably abundant to take a cab. Admission into this theme park was therefore also granted, and the remainder of the day followed out as such.

The sun was well set by the time they drew their experiences to a close. The entirety of that afternoon they'd transferred between water slide after water slide, enjoying the brilliance of the gift of spare time, even if it only lasted around three hours before it struck its expiry. Silata avoided all glances at the giant clock which overlooked the entire park from its station atop the entrance, believing time would last longer if not glanced upon.

The tallest slide, when they were stationed at its peak, provided the perfect instance for Silata to kiss each of them. As the instructor stood near by on the left and the lengthy queue to their right, she spoke extra loud of her intent to comfort them. "It's okay, I'm here!," she yelled whilst smooching each of their cheeks. The giggling children continued their loud complaints so they would warrant further comfort affection. Then of course, all within their floaty, they plunged down the slide.

They dined on one last meal in the safety of merely each other's embrace, overlooking the wave pool from a small, view-sheltered table. Anisha sat to the right, Chelsiette to the left. Silata, having the ability to look upon them in the fullest view from the middle position, noticed the sheer happiness the day had brought them. The weather had driven most customers away by this hour, the majority of the slides left to the freedom of they who didn't care for catching a cold. So the three of them stayed until closing time, which was now hurrying on their late snack. In all the enjoyment which proved very powerful for all three of them, considerations of anyone who may recognize the two missing kids was the furthest concept from their minds.

Silata watched the wave pool intensely, recalling the very first day she'd met Dilena in that very construction. Then she glanced upon the two she had with her, noticing the splendid contrast in comfort she now had in their company compared to the day all those years ago. The day in which she was merely a frightened, shy kid who had been pulled under the wing of Dilena's beauty. And now, with her happiness having skyrocketed in the company of her two little beauties, she told herself firmly she'd prefer to be nowhere else.

Fuck Dilena! She had the true company she'd always wanted and needed right near her. And in the entire sum of things, although they were spattered and shivering, all three showing the gooseflesh of an afternoon of winter-weathered waterparking, everything was joyous. Upon the faces atop their shivering bodies, were two warm smiles she joyfully returned to them, appreciating all the cheer they'd given her. Appreciating each little shiver of cold they altered to a giggle.

If ever there were three happy humans on this planet, and if ever happiness was experienced in the lives of each of these three, it was occurring right now with those precise three. They cuddled and kissed, warming each other with their dripping bodies, each girl completely splashed to a soaked degree in the fabrics of their common clothes. For it was not as if any of them could suddenly produce a swimsuit out of nowhere. Yet despite the tremors of cold the atmosphere gave them, the piercing flood of happiness mixed with the fresh early evening air the same atmosphere granted them, heightened their happiness far off the thermometer. Cold and happy, the three of them snuggling at that little table were beyond the reach of misery.

It was the eye of a late leaving staff member who spied them out, noticing that they had yet to leave the park. Prior to this, Silata had only just finished licking every last droplet of chlorine-tasting water from the shoulders and necks of her two friends. Oh how their skin, when mixed with the taste of anything would turn a degree of it delicious. Now behaving in the role of the normal, boring and restrained threesome of young citizens, they all departed as the orange sunset began to mix with the darkest greys of storm clouds.

In the warmth residing in the rear of the taxi cab, Silata was informed by both of them yet again, how grateful for her company they were. When the car turned into the lane of which was set right before their destination, Silata's happiness instantly fell. She lost all trace of it in the sudden fear of the moment in which she now got to cradle her lovers close, may very well be the last of a short string of fortunate occurrences.

How she held onto them as long as possible, guided them about the shoulders, the neck, clasped their hands, grabbed their dresses, grabbed their anythings. But in their rush to reach the entrance of the structure which held comfortable beds for the night, she soon had to depart from their warmth.

The out-dated internet photo contradicted several facts to how the building actually appeared now. It was set upon a foundation of stone, the walls themselves having erected in several collapsing mounds of further stone. Yet, to fix the corruption of harsh weather the structure had endured since its original design, several new metal planks were used to enforce that which had fallen away. From the outside, it looked well close to being a worn down cake of the earliest resemblance to a fortress, drilled into a pattern of several gaping holes, patched up beneath by the recent reconstruction.

However, stepping within the automated doors unnaturally placed beneath the stone arch of the prior doorway, they poured into a lobby to which was furnished with the latest electronics to enable such advanced designs. The doors were wired in thick streams of electric bundles to the reception desk where a young woman, destined to be a symbolic part of the program since her first employment, was controlling the door by remote.

"Welcome to Miss Vincen's orphanage. You three are certainly here on, shall we say, business?" With her hair done up in a tangle of treatments and her eyes widened from under a pair of glasses barely held conveniently aloft by her nose, she gave the appearance of cold calculation when looking them over. Yet a warm smile was presented as she left the desk and approached all three of them closely. Thanks to their clothes having all dried by the warmth of that taxi's advanced heater, the thought of them having just come from a water park failed to cross her mind.

"Hello," Silata murmured in all the timidity her person could conjure. She couldn't conceal one centimetre of her terror from falling lose when close examined by a dark, purple-striped business suited woman such as she who manned the desk. And to enforce matters to the worst extent, her malice-tainted features and ill-coloured uniform were accompanied by the toughness of a close, rude inspection. Silata gasped as she grasped her jaw firmly and parted her lips with just the use of one hand while the other grasped her neck.

"Mmm," she murmured while Silata could do nothing but gape uneasily, her two companions shivering at her side. The eyes behind those glasses glowed with sufficient satisfaction and a wicked laugh escaped the receptionist. "Yes, you're one of us alright. If that mouth hasn't been licking cunt I don't know what has. Now that I've basically confessed to you by this inspection what kind of people reside here, I should surely hope none of you are here innocently. For then I'd have to..."

"Roselotte! For God's sake drop that weapon!," a sharp voice intervened and Silata breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the receptionist released her. The sigh followed by the widening of her eyes as she noticed the woman had only just been retrieving a revolver from the rear of her belt. Thank God indeed for the intruder.

A woman, unmistakeably matching the appearance of Muireta Vincen on the website, strolled directly up to the receptionist, roughly ushering her back to the desk. "Self control. You have it, so use it for God's sake! Your job is to briefly entertain guests, not to threaten them. Besides, you made us sound like murderers again!"

With a shrug as her reply, Roselotte re-stationed herself at the desk and didn't bother to turn an eye to the newcomers again.

Muireta approached them, smiling warmly with her official introduction, taking a snappy little bow before the three of them. "My apologies. Our receptionist here is inclined to be vicious to our visitors. She's ready to kill anyone who enters this establishment who holds a suspicious look upon their faces. She is deeply afraid, as we all are, of being taken advantage of. Not just of undercover police officers, but also by brutes who would have this place turned into a brothel. Many of the children here have escaped from abusive families you see. Many bastard males out there who believe little girls should be designed as pleasure engines to service the public. Tell me, is that why you've come here?"

Silata, fighting a tremendous battle of guilt then and there, admitted truthfully. "Actually, me and my close friends here have simply fled from our lives because our previous situations just didn't suit us. None of us have suffered as apparently most of your clientele have."

"Not to worry," Muireta replied back sweetly. "We're not just a home for abuse victims. The previous circumstances of our visitors don't matter the least. All we concentrate on here is the technique of forgetting all our past troubles. To rid each and every girl here of their past nightmares. And eventually, when all has been sorted mentally, ultimate freedom ensues. Our residents form extremely close relationships with one another. And now that you're under our roof as well, feel free to join. I merely seek your agreement."

"Absolutely," Silata replied without the least hesitation, linking an arm about the shoulders of her two companions and drawing them close. "The three of us are more than excited to join."

"Brilliant. Then I shall reveal to you that the place you reside in is known by all as Harvirle Orphanage. Out of habit we've come to name it an orphanage, although of course it isn't always necessary that our customer's parents be deceased. Many have run from their home lives, and this haven of ours is sheltered from investigatory attacks by the name 'orphanage.' Just name it Harvirle and all who care for our home will know you refer to our secret little base here."

"Thank you for this," Silata overworked herself to banish all unpleasant thoughts of her companions being stolen from her. She simply had to avoid that anxiety in order to present the most possible gratitude to their rescuer. "Without you we'd either have to turn home or starve on the streets."

"That's what I, and Harvirle are here for," Muireta replied warmly. She was taller in person than in the photograph, the nuns costume still managing to cover most of her body. Her glasses, when removed, showed a visage more aged than what a photograph could depict. Within her right hand, more of a claw than a natural human's paw, she clasped a bottle of pills, hurriedly emptied into the other then downed with a hurried gush of water left upon the desk for her. "My apologies again, yet my health is withering girls."

And her words spoke the truth. The forearms exposed by the uniform were ones of unappealing, shrivelled branch-like designs. The grey garments, in veiling all of her rear and thighs down to the knees were, undoubtedly judging by what one could see of the shins, doing the eye a favour. Yet despite her age and a stubborn stance against make-up, Muireta was indeed the gentlest of creatures to so far behold the three protagonists. As she went straight to Silata, as if in a beggar woman's fashion, she bowed so low she basically embraced all three knees of the girls standing before her.

"Follow me. I own this place, yet while you live here, I am at your service entirely. May I please be introduced to each of my little new princesses." In turn, receiving the hand of Chelsiette first then Anisha's last, she planted kisses on their knuckles and joyously consumed all they told her of themselves. Chelsiette went on a great deal, bragging of her escape from a miserable prior existence. Anisha and Silata, more reserved in the hopes to hurry on the introduction so they may spy out all the juiciest pleasures of Harvirle, made their greeting stories more snappy. Yet nevertheless, covered all that Muireta required to know in order to appreciate their presence.

"Although I've heard stories of home lives far more savage than yours, the reasons you possess for running away touch my heart nonetheless. Let me now reveal to you the various pockets to your new home. This corridor is lobby accessible. All staff members reside on this level, save for Miss Kurmil who lives upstairs and governs the resident's quarters. To access the upper levels, you must first have the elevator code. As you are residents, you'll each be given the code, regardless of age. We're very trusting here and despite past circumstances, no girl here owns another. This applies to mothers and sisters as well. As we believe in all kinds of freedom, we strongly enforce that any female can travel these grounds in any way she wishes."

Those words ought to have harmed Silata a little. Yet somehow, her current interest to visit the upstairs quarters made her banish such severed ties from her mind. So what if the only thing to hold her to Chelsiette and Anisha now was their lasting friendship? That's how it ought to have been in the beginning. It shouldn't be her right to look after them, or to own them.

When lead over to the elevator, they met a passenger travelling down who abruptly passed out her mop and bucket onto the lobby floor before accompanying them up to the resident's quarters. This was none other than the mentioned Miss Kurmil, a chubby construction of a hardworking maid who, despite all her years servicing the residents, had not managed to drop a single pound of her reasonable obesity. Yet, like Muireta, the woman's charms were not in her looks yet merely her will to service the traumatized customers.

"Pleased to meet all three of you," Kurmil summarized their introduction with those words before they all spilled out onto the second level, where three available rooms were awaiting. "Two, three and seven are so far unoccupied," she announced.

Muireta guided them all to room two, instructing them to peer inside and to expect the same of every room. "You'll each have your own bathroom and, due to a lack of radiators, a bed stacked up with multiple doonas. Each corridor will share the one plasma screen at the end of the hall. Every night is movie night, although we have late shows every Friday and Saturday. And for special circumstances, usually during orgies, we proudly screen pornographic films to express our love of sexual liberty. As you'll notice, each of these beds are large enough to accommodate three. So if you choose, you can have up to two bed buddies to sleep with you. Or rather, bed-sisters as we call them. We all avoid loneliness by rarely going to bed without another beside us."

There are no words to express the brave mannered Chelsiette's excitement at this concept. "Wow! I can sleep with anyone? I can have fun with anyone?"

"Absolutely darling, we encourage such things. Yet, for your first night, all three of you might certainly consider sleeping together. We even expect that of you," Muireta answered warmly.

"That's good," Silata's heart suddenly rose as Chelsiette changed her sentence from eagerness to stubbornness. "For I wish to always have Silata and Anisha as my bed-sisters."

"Then you may for the first night. But it's always important to remember you have your own rooms to your possession. You may now make your selections of choice."

Silata tried to ponder this closely, wondering whether or not it was better to let them decide. Yet before she knew it, she had answered herself for the assurance of at least having one of her close friends sleeping beside her. "I'll take room two."

"Very good. And what of you two?," Muireta turned to the other newcomers while Kurmil set about furnishing each new room to its highest quality.

Chelsiette thoughtfully pondered things before turning with confused eyes to Anisha, generously shifting the choice to her friend. "Which do you want?"

"Room three please," Anisha nervously replied. By her weak little face and tense finger twisting's before her lap, it seemed obvious the little darling was withdrawn into her little state of shy distress, thus registering it probable logic she be given the room closest to Silata. Silata who'd enforce her self esteem and company to the highest warmth possible.

Chelsiette nodded without a single attempt to argue. "I'll go by myself in seven then."

"All sorted," Muireta then cheerfully concluded. "I'll introduce you around right now, since most of the evening remains to us. Or, if out of shyness you wish to reside together right this second, we can bring a meal up to you then spread your acquaintanceship around on the morrow. How would you feel about this?"

Silata approved, the other two followed suit without hesitation. So alone once again, the door dividing them from the mass number of beings within the same facility, she fell to loving them like never before. To draw out of their souls every shred of love they were willing to give her in their full, quiet solitude.

"I want to practice kissing, as we may be doing a lot of it soon," Chelsiette declared after having mouthed Silata's mouth for several minutes. In doing so, Silata was swiftly unclothed by the fast working hands of Anisha, who'd stripped herself naked no sooner after the door had closed. Together, Silata working from the top and Anisha the bottom, they patiently removed every stitch of clothing remaining to Chelsiette. So, in the greatest excitement-irritating comfort, the child's skirt and panties slipped down over her thighs and off her feet. The shirt followed suit up and over her head, leaving a very bare chested and bare legged young child behind.

Without much words during the first stages, Anisha suckled the other child's cunt, Silata applying the same vigorous treatment to her mouth. From between Silata's thighs, one of Chelsiette's small hands was busying itself during her cunnilingus.

Anisha tongued her friend up to the belly button, sliding up between her little open legs until she presented her body in just as much of Silata's reach as Chelsiette's. So Silata, while transferring between kissing the girl's mouth and suckling her flat tits, used this availability to reach down and toy with Anisha's butt cheeks, eventually introducing a finger into her anus. Encouraged by the feeling of such a body part at thriving commitment in her rectum, Anisha applied her mouth movements all the more vigorously to Chelsiette's bare little cunt until it began to yield up abundant juices onto her tongue.

Chelsiette broke the silence with a giggle for the first time. "Oh my, I'm already flowing thanks to you Anisha."

Anisha glanced up, licking her lips and drawing in every last shred of the pre-emission from the areas of mouth it had stained. "My pleasure my sweet honey. Oh God, fuck your finger feels great in there Silata," Anisha moved about and invited more of Silata's forefinger to massage her anus.

They eventually separated from this positioning and all transferred onto the bed, creating a threesome chain, Anisha at its head with her back propped against the pillow assortment. Down from her, Chelsiette consumed all the little girls cunt offered and splayed herself upon her stomach, taking up the bed's midsection. Down from Chelsiette, Silata fed the end of this chain and performed a kissing feast upon the child's bare buttocks while she fingered her, now and then replacing her intruding fingers with her tongue. As Chelsiette was brought to another little body-shaking orgasm, her mouth work produced the same results from Anisha in no time at all, each child dispersing while Silata worked on her own cunt with her available hands.

The chain of girls was rocked with pleasure, both children came a hurricane into an awaiting mouth while Silata collected her orgasmic juices in her fingers. Then, entwining themselves in their warm, cosy supportive group of three, they snuggled until dinner was brought in.

She who supplied it was only around thirteen years of age, a blonde with the lightest blue eyes, outfitted only in a black tank top and underwear which bravely striped a g-string between her butt cheeks, leaving one love-indulged ass to the display of everyone's view. In the face, the girl had all the attractions of a young teen as well as the youthful body which followed down from it. The slim figure, the remaining shortness of childhood and undoubtedly beneath that thin set of underwear could only lie a hairless pussy. Although her breasts were slightly a little too advanced in development to be of Silata's particular category of lust, many a lesbian would have the finest of times swallowing up those hard little mounds beneath their palms. Were you to lift up her tank top, you'd discover they'd been as roughly handled in love making as her lower half was worshipped. About her thighs and fleshy little ass was sprinkled a dozen vigorous, red suckling marks where an uncounted troop of women had been indulging upon the young teen's place of sexual royalty.

This little lass didn't bother to knock, knowing full well privacy was in no requirement within such a place of freedom. She wheeled in a small trolley to which contained plentiful dinner qualities, ranging in almost full variety of meats and vegetables. The first inquiry of the sweetheart to whom serviced them was spoken in the simple manner of a waitress.

"None of you vegetarian?"

Silata had to clear her mind from the study of the girl's body before replying in the negative.

Anisha spoke up, her strange absence of her usual shyness frightening Silata already. "Nope. I was going to turn vege, but Chelsiette turned me off it. Said I would miss out on too much?"

While discussing rather innocent matters, Silata only truly tuned into their conversation when the girl was halfway to the door. Chelsiette was pursuing her, openly admiring her body while her subject didn't show the least disapproval to the little girl's advances.

"My name's Celestia Gormail. I guess I should introduce myself in full since I'm obviously your first to properly associate with here. There's no need to be shy. You must join us in our little cinema at the end of the hall. Tomorrow for breakfast at least."

While she spoke, she had both hands on Chelsiette's shoulders, applying a massage which threw the naked child into an instant expression of joy. She moaned, adored the casual caresses which pressed in upon her back nerves and soothed her entire system. While being massaged, Chelsiette certainly didn't neglect this time to let her hands reach forward and explore both the fronts of Celestia's thighs. As their talk continued, Chelsiette's hands soon slipped all the way around her body and massaged the older girl's exposed ass cheeks, returning her for the favour of the shoulder massage.

"Wow, what a little beauty you are," Celestia eventually murmured as she stained her panties, Chelsiette taking a swab from them with the tip of her finger and tasting it instantly, her smile widening.

"You taste just as nice as Silata," she giggled.

Silata frowned from where she was viewing them from the bed. "Thanks a lot. Nice to know I've found my equal already."

Celestia chuckled, reaching down and massaging the child's swollen cunt, eventually removing her hand when she sensed little gasps of pain emerge from her lips. "Hmmm, looks like you're all orgasmed out honey. You're far too sensitive down there."

"But you're not!," Chelsiette murmured as she knelt forward with her hands on her knees and happily inhaled the pantied cunt before her, smiling ever wider. "I think you're ready to go right now."

"I've been ready most of the afternoon," Celestia admitted, blushing as she was examined and none of the three newcomers failed to notice the light suit of sweat which covered her body and the distinct aroma of one very aroused little pussy dampening further. "I had to leave the early evening orgy to bring you three your dinner. I was just on the edge of my very first orgasm as a matter of fact."

Examining her closer and allowing her tongue one little lick over the wet thigh before her, Chelsiette realised not only did she taste her perspiration but also the remains of spittle from the recent kisses of whoever's mouth had been pleasuring her there. She almost looked disgusted yet Celestia calmed her with a soft pat on the head.

"Not to worry, the only person who was just licking me there was Eliska Campre. She's around your age, perhaps a little younger by months. Yet, her beauty is equal to yours. You'd love her. There's not an unpleasant segment of appearance upon her whole little person. So, consider it an honour you can taste her saliva for free right now."

"Yeah!," Chelsiette cried happily as she swallowed a mouthful after gently suckling around Celestia's thigh. "It certainly tastes sweet. Sweeter than my own. And I love it being served on such a delicious thigh."

"Aww, you're a darling," Celestia embraced Chelsiette before leaving, instantly injecting Silata with a stinging throb of jealousy. Her last words were announced before the door closed in the eager face of Chelsiette. "Save your energy for the late evening orgy if you manage to defeat your shyness before the night is over. If not, then at least preserve the rest of your arousal for tomorrow morning. You three newbies will be wrung out like sponges. Good night."

In the following four hours, Chelsiette and Anisha recovered their energy, thinking on everything aside from sleeping. With their excitement came less eager energy on the part of Silata. Yet together they soon encouraged her to spend the latest hour exploring. She followed the two of them out into the hallway. Chelsiette was decently clothed in the pyjamas provided. Yet to Silata's greatest shock, Anisha was proudly strolling down the hallway with her top opened right up, revealing her nipples with every step she took. Had the corridor a pair of eyes, they'd have popped out in pure lust.

Set out before the plasma screen in this reasonably sized room at the corridors end, an entire gathering of young girls was taking place. They varied in age yet the majority were teenagers and children. There were a few over twenty and about two characters standing in the background who could well be grandmothers.

Yet the elders seemed to only participate in viewing the activities, acting as educators to the young girls and indulging in masturbation to the activities. The sex drive apparently never left those who practiced it so often. One of these truly elderly characters, a white haired woman of nearly seventy, was massaging her worn cunt through her dressing gown whilst watching two pale skinned, delicious six year old girls kissing and rubbing up against each other right before her gaze.

It obviously wasn't an orgy in full swing. Rather, the girls were clumsily clothed as if they'd hurriedly dressed themselves at the end of the early evening events, stopped for a meal and a movie and were only now just starting to warm up to re-enter their aroused states. Chelsiette was looking on wide eyed to where a toddler of no more than four years of age was lying happily on top of a girl of six years, feeling her flat chest through her half buttoned pyjama top. All around the room it appeared that girls who were slightly older were giving tips to the younger.

Silata almost leapt through the roof in shock as Muireta's voice suddenly commenced explanations from where she'd snuck up behind them. "Many girls here are teaching their siblings or their best friends on the tricks of the female sex organs. We usually don't let girls younger than five attend these orgies. They're liable to be hurt when everything gets thrown into its fullest humping state. Yet for tonight, as a special celebration for our three new guests, many of us have gathered here to welcome you. And we've moved up 'Education Night' to this very night. So many of the real young girls are here for their first orgies."

"Wow, I didn't know we were that special," Silata murmured, nervously biting her finger.

"Go meet them already," Muireta encouraged. "I want you introduced to as many girls as possible before we're all too horny to care."

Forcing herself to separate from her friends momentarily, Silata walked straight up to the most inviting child in the room. She looked around nine years of age and was seated on a black cushion in the middle of the floor. Her small legs wide apart, her back reclined and her dark eyes staring right into the souls of anyone who approached her.

Silata bravely knelt down to her level and examined her fully before speaking. She was brunette, gifted with the neatest little pigtails and possessed a body with the most divine magic of child beauty attached to every single speck of her smooth skin. She was outfitted in a pink dress with a pair of purple straps looping the suit over her shoulders. These neatly lined straps were all which veiled her nipples.

"Hi, I'm Silata. New to the group you see. You're very pretty might I say."

"Sure, I know I am though," giggled the little sweetheart, suddenly losing her cold little stare and getting to her knees before the admiring teenager. "I'm Ninelta. But call me Ninnie, everyone else does. That's been my nickname since my sister first took me here."

"Where's your sister now?"

Ninnie briefly glanced away in misery. "She couldn't stay here. She had to go back to my father. He did horrible things to us both. But my sister wouldn't let me be harmed. She made a deal to spend her life being that old bastard's sex slave just as long as he didn't hurt me anymore. So that's why I'm here, safe and sound, and she isn't. But that's my story. I thought I'd better tell you now so you don't bring it up again."

"I promise I won't. I'm very sorry," Silata murmured, hugging the child and caressing her. "Are you comfortable?," she inquired as soon as she realised she'd started to slide one of Ninnie's shoulder straps down her arm and away from the nipple it covered. "I mean, if you're scared of being touched then I don't want to..."

"No, no it's okay. With girls it's fine. No girls ever harmed me." Ninnie relaxed back and spread her little legs before her new friend while Silata gently removed the straps and gazed longingly over the fresh little dots of her nipples. They simply added the perfection to the already splendid chest.

Silata swallowed nervously, feeling dizzy with lust and forgetful of love. Right now, she had stopped glancing around to check on the progress of her two little lovers. "You look shockingly untouchable Ninnie. I feel like I'd violate every law against lust just by doing so. It would be a sin to..."

Ninnie then simply showed a humorous streak of impatience. "Just hurry up and lick my nipples. It's all yours. You wanted to see them, now pay your respects to my divine little chest."

Silata fell instantly upon the child who appeared so innocent and forbidden. The dirty words of encouragement were all that it took for her mouth to start a vigorous suckling on either small chest elevation. She tasted her skin, licked the nipple, preserved the forever taste of young Ninnie on her tongue.

From under her mouth workings, the child moaned and lifted up from the cushion, pushing toward the extreme irritation of all her youthful breast nerves, feeding the hot stickiness of the mouth which massaged each tender nerve beneath the freshly hardening nipples.

"Fuck! Feel me," Ninnie guided Silata's hand under her dress all the way up to where her exposed, juicy little cunt was throbbing. And indeed it was trickling with arousal. Her firm little legs trembled about it. "You're making me wet already."

"You do the same for me," Silata admitted as she withdrew her mouth from the child's teats then questioned her experience. "You seem like you know a hell of a lot about loving."

"I was brought here when I was seven. So I've been loving for two years. I may be nine now, but two years has made all the difference to my innocence. I didn't know shit as a little little girl. But now as a nine year old, there's shit all left of that innocence."

"My two girlfriends," Silata bravely reffered to Chelsiette and Anisha, "were completely innocent when we first met. That was only four days ago. In just one day we spent in this terrible apartment together, I had turned them nearly as depraved as you. I can't believe it."

"Suck my cunt then maybe you'll believe it," Ninnie snickered. The excitement left her face however as Muireta gently guided Silata to her feet and had to forcefully turn her away.

"That's enough Ninnie. You've had plenty of the new guest already. Now I have to introduce her to the others."

"I'm horny as fuck!," Ninnie announced in that sexy little tone which fitted so well with her profanity. "I need to be relieved."

Muireta smiled as she waved over Eliska, the girl Celestia had mentioned earlier. Silata was still to get a good look at her for in no time at all, the small child had basically thrust her head between Ninnie's legs and brought that naughty little girl to her orgasm's finishing touches. Turning away from them, Silata was encouraged to the others.

"I've assumed correctly you'll be greatly attached to our clientele already," Muireta announced, gently taking a dark blonde by the arm and turning her to face Silata. "Meet Kenita."

She was fourteen, judging completely by her youthful body yet teenaged face. Her skin was among the smoothest and most unaffected by anything so much as a pimple. And most extraordinarily, not a single centimetre of make-up was applied to her naturally beautiful complexion. She'd retain this way into her adult years for certain. Yet right now, was the most splendid young teenage lass with childhood's beauties furnishing absolutely everything beneath her dressing gown. Small hard little lumps of developing breasts were almost in line with that soft, flat belly flesh which fell down from them. Her hips, much like a child's also, were skinny to the max.

"Hi Silata," Kenita murmured gently, exploring the guest with her brave little hands, encouraged to do naught but increase depravity as Silata also returned the favour. She only just got a good grip upon Kenita's soft little buttocks during the same second that Kenita intruded into her asshole with her forefinger.

Silata held her breath, concentrated on feeling about Kenita even further, massaging the other girl's butt cheeks and indulging upon the child-like body before her, even though it wasn't as quite to her suiting as Ninnie's was.

Kenita then commented. "Wow Silata. Both your ass and cunt are tighter than quite a few of the little girls here. I take it you've never had a dildo in either hole before."

Silata openly confessed. "Of course not. Dildo's remind me of dicks. I fricking hate dicks."

"Well when they're used by another female, you'll forget all about their shape and only upon the fact that it's another girl giving you her blessing of pleasure," Kenita explained. She pointed to the owner who'd now busied herself showing Chelsiette and Anisha around. "I'm a favourite of Muireta's here. I always let her take turns either sucking my cunt or using a dildo upon it. Same with my asshole. Trust me, it's pleasurable even when a slightly older woman like Muireta employs it."

"I like little girls only," Silata kept her open confession on a roll. "Don't get me wrong, I think you're beautiful Kenita. You have a beautiful body. Perhaps I'd even have you dildo me. But I don't think I could ever really enjoy it from Muireta or Kurmil."

"Well the key thing to remember is to find your object of lust during unpleasant moments," Kenita warned. "Try not to refuse any woman anything, just as you don't refuse yourself anything. If fat old Kurmil wants to shove her dildo in you, then take it. But at the same time, to ensure you're not a cold statue, have one of the little girls stand in front of you and perform cunnilingus upon her. Keep yourself aroused during certain acts you don't particularly enjoy and everyone wins out."

"That sounds like good advice," Silata replied, kissing Kenita then sucking her tongue as Kenita refused to break the kiss. During the connection of their mouths, both girls hands explored each other further and slid warmly down the small of their backs to the humps of either butt cheek. Then finally they separated and Kenita introduced her to Vesina, Jessila and Madelini.

Now I feel it an important duty to briefly interrupt with this wise note to the reader. Do not feel it necessary to remember each and every character off by heart. At the start of the next instalment, I'll provide a brief list of names with their character details you can refer to. Now on with the story.

Vesina was also a dark blonde like Kenita, only her hair length was extended down past her shoulder blades. She was twelve. She wore only a white singlet top and her pretty legs were booted seductively up to the knees. Her ass and pussy, on full display were by far the freshest little segments of female beauty Silata had so far seen. They looked to be kept obsessively clean, spotless and desirable. Her ass was taut and attracted the mouths of many. As Kenita introduced her, she actually mumbled her name out whilst suckling her jaws securely to either ass cheek in turn. So without doubt it came out muffled and Vesina therefore introduced herself personally to Silata.

She may have been only two years younger than Kenita, but the increased presence of childhood in her young body caused Silata to join in a much longer and more indulging kiss with her than she had the prior.

"I should love to be bed buddies with you very soon," Vesina giggled. "Or Anisha, I like her very much too."

Silata, briefly encouraged by her fired up spirit to suddenly slap Vesina and bellow at the top of her voice 'TAKE YOUR EYES OFF HER,' instead fell to sucking Vesina's mouth extra forcefully. Not just to enjoy the juices of the sweet girl's saliva but also to prevent her from mentioning her sweet little, sacred acquaintance again.

Once they finished their brief introduction and body presentation to each other, Silata then examined Jessila. She was the same age as Celestia, only didn't exactly look thirteen. She could have almost passed for a ten year old as she did well to cling onto almost every thread of childhood beauty. And she'd done a far better job of keeping her kiddish designs than both Kenita and Vesina put together. To Vesina, Jessila was the exact opposite about her body.

Although she had a very precious, adorable little cunt and a spectacular asshole, they were certainly neglected in care. Apparently, Jessila only ever washed her precious areas with the saliva her friends were willing to commit to it. Therefore, cunnilingus was the most thorough cleaning she ever had performed on these areas. When she showered, she announced she could never even be bothered to turn her genitals or rear towards the water when she knew the best feeling of liquid on these parts came from another girl's mouth. Despite this uncleanliness, Jessila participated in orgies so often it was perfectly difficult to distinguish between her valued little cunt, washed only with saliva, and that of Vesina's, overly washed with water.

As for the rest of her description, her extremely pretty face was crowned with extra dark brunette hair and tonight she wore only a black bikini in contrast to her pale white skin, which seductively veiled her tits and dirty little cunt. Kenita whispered to Silata that Jessila's small show of clothing was not something to last long.

"If Kenita gets to try this area with a finger, I'm ready to give my tongue the honours," Jessila announced as she knelt behind Silata. Then without hesitation, this dirty little beauty began instantly tonguing her asshole.

As Silata shuddered in pure pleasure, she managed her introduction to Madelini while Jessila's mouth played about in her rear's most sacred areas.

Madelini was a very light blonde, in contrast to her two friends darker shades. Her hair was cut short. Although this seemed only to enhance her beauty. At age ten, there was plenty of it to go around. Her light blue eyes, perfect little lips and puffy cheeks were all evident of childhood's most gifted charms. Her body was wonderfully suited to all these laws of beauty as well. Flat tits, ripe little cunt and perfect, smooth skin with only a slight inflation of chubbiness. Judging by the structure of her face, it seemed most likely that her beauty would not be something to last into womanhood. In the prime of life she'd be considered ugly. But right now, as a child, her looks were superior to every woman's on the planet and many a child's as well.

Madelini, differing by far from the other two, dropped her skirts before even saying a word to Silata. Then, fingering herself in full view, she began to speak through her nervous little bodily tremors. "Oh God you're pretty. So sexy, so full of life. I love teenage girls."

"And I love little girls like you. So we'll go very well together Madelini," Silata replied. Do recall that neither girl spoke their sentences with direct voices, as both were under the effects of stimulation, Madelini from her fingers in her cunt and Silata from Jessila's tongue in her ass. Yet despite a lack of firm voice, the two of them meant their words with all the deliberation in the world. When they finally quit the small talk and joined in a kiss, there was seldom a deeper tonguing occurring that same night.

During this kiss, Silata also felt the soft and delicate young hand of Madelini tickle her clitoris and rub up and down her slit. In no time at all she was leaking as many juices as her new friend was. Soon, being those seven years older, they started to flood in a ripe teenage abundance and outdid all of Madelini's trickles. Yet, continuing in this wise, the two girls experienced two shuddering orgasms upon their acquaintance.

Jessila's little tongue worked wonders to Silata's ass while she poured into Madelini's fingers the juice encouraged from such activities. Their kiss remained until Silata finally felt the other girl cease trembling in her arms and the child's spillage to also have ended. They broke the kiss, grinning cheekily.

"That's the way in which I wish I could meet every pretty teenager on the planet," the young Madelini confessed.

"Right back at you and every other little girl on the same planet," Silata chuckled. With this deep friendship having been formed already, it was Madelini who showed her around to the rest of the girls of relevance.

In short, there was a little blonde in a pretty blue, dress-like set of pyjamas by the name of Catina. She was six, adorable, sexy in both the face and body. Silata, when exchanging kisses with her, felt a thunderous arousal start to re-kindle all her nerves after such a short collection of minutes ago having ended her dispersing with Madelini.

A girl of seven years who was reffered to by all as Gertila, took Silata's engines of lust and turned them on full power. She had sleek black hair, pretty fleshy skin and legs always a third unveiled. She only ever wore a dark little skirt which fell to halfway down her thighs. Upon her torso, singlets would only briefly be used to increase sexual desire then flung away almost instantly.

Upon meeting Silata, Gertila revealed herself entirely naked and to her shock, as soon as Silata clapped a hand to her cunt, the little girl instantly unleashed herself into it. Gertila then informed her sweetly that she'd specifically spent the whole evening exciting herself so she could instantly cum into the first guest's hand to touch her down there. How thrilled Silata was to drink up those juices from her fingers and palm straight after.

By the time she finally got to acquainting herself to the Eliska they all seemed to speak very fondly of, Silata was readied to flood her with a river of loving lust. She was just as precious and beautiful as Celestia had described. When she skipped up to meet Silata, she was dripping with juices all over. Ninnie's orgasmic liquid only made up a very small portion of the floods of cum which actually plastered down her pretty nut-brown hair.

"I've been waiting to meet you," Silata announced, flooding the child's face with abundant kisses all over, not caring a fraction for the fact the kid's face was drenched with multiple juices from many unknown cunts. "Oh you're so gorgeous I could just eat you up."

"Everyone tells me that," Eliska chuckled. She danced around in front of Silata, bending forward and falling into several different postures until she'd ensured herself with the truth that the teenager had familiarized her eyes to absolutely everything her body had to offer her view. It was everything that Dilena was. Of the most relevance was a cunt so tiny and yet so arousingly flooded with wetness that it was one of the tightest, premature orifices Silata had set eyes upon. She guessed with only excitement and not the slightest tinge of fear, that a little sector like that would act in the role of a secure, ripping vice to any lesbians tongue or finger that would intrude it.

However, it was obvious that many tongues and fingers had tried it and managed it before. Yet for the sake of little Eliska's comfort, she by far preferred her pleasurer to simply lay on licks to such a cute little sector. To cherish her slit and her clitoris and to avoid the idea of penetration for as long as possible, lest she become aroused beyond all limits and demand it. On the contrary, her asshole had taken an uncounted number of tongues in the past and in her little display, Eliska even showed Silata she could now fit three of her little fingers up there at once.

Silata laid kiss after kiss upon Eliska's mouth, licking her cheeks, her nose, her eyes. Absolutely everything in reach. To arouse things even further, Catina and Gertila would take turns dashing in and sneakily laying slaps upon either girl's ass. Frequently, Catina would target Silata's while Gertila applied equally vigorous, arousing soft strikes upon Eliska's.

Finally, the exchanges were all over and Muireta hailed the entire rooms attention from a microphone stand beside the plasma screen. "Thank you, thank you. Now everyone listen up. The majority have now met with at least one of our three newest recruits. You may finish such socializing in the morning. It is now time to let ourselves erupt I do declare!"

A cheer went up from the crowd of young lesbians. Silata almost looked on in horror as she watched Gertila vigorously seize the surprised Chelsiette and wrestle her to the ground, kissing her mouth repeatedly. Yet in seconds, Chelsiette warmed up to it and returned the kisses with just as much eagerness, helping complete their simulation of two long lost lovers.

From across the room, Anisha was also showing her sudden leap in bravery. She approached Catina, got down on all fours and began kissing the other child's feet with all the power of true worship. Anisha played the perfect role, basically of a beggar as she laid such numerous attention to her Princess Catina, tasting every inch of the flesh upon her feet and ankles, suckling every single silver nail painted toe.

Catina the whole while was playing in the perfect role of a careless goddess, looking on without a tinge of care for her worshipper and casually sticking her feet forth in different angles so Anisha could lather every inch of those precious objects with her tongue. Finally, Anisha placed her little silver shoes on for her and continued the devotion until Catina decided to break the act. It took a while however.

Once that was over, those two indulged in yet another scenario, roleplaying like professionals and Silata deeply regretted she was out of earshot. Not just for the reason of enjoying the scenario but she'd have desperately wanted to hear the manner in which Catina was addressing her lover, roleplaying or not.

Distraction was bliss as it turned out, for Silata soon became so involved in Vesina, Jessila and Eliska that she forgot all about her two lovers, out there somewhere amidst all the roomful of fun. Vesina encouraged Silata to lie upon her back then squatted atop her face. Instantly, Silata licked and lapped at the precious, clean little childish vagina presented to her.

As she did so, Jessila spread her legs and massaged her slit and clitoris, now and then inserting fingers when she felt the excitement warranted the intrusion. As one hand busied itself down there, she used the other to fondle, rub and even pinch the mounds of breast upon Silata's chest, intensifying all her sexual nerves with such play.

Eliska laid herself down beside Silata, only on her stomach. She rested her head beside Vesina's left foot as she stared between her legs to where Silata was bringing her off. It wasn't long before Vesina shuddered in orgasm and staggered away during the tremors of pleasure. As soon as Silata's face was available, Eliska started lapping Vesina's juices from it.

If Silata hadn't been aroused enough already from licking Vesina's cunt, as soon as her lips connected with Eliska's, her arousal resulted in the most leaking and sensitive cunt under the pleasuring hand of Jessila.

"Oh yes, I sense impending fireworks!," Jessila snickered as she slid her finger in and out more rapidly, constantly with a spare finger massaging her clitoris and a spare hand upon her breasts. Her prediction was correct as a sudden storm of pleasure's ultimate peak rushed down Silata's thighs whilst Eliska's tongue was almost glued into her mouth under the suction of their deep kiss.

This act broke apart and others formed. Each girl was completely fired up to the max, every soul in the room lusting for every drop of fuck to be frigged from their bodies. And by the end of the night, they'd all be satisfied indeed. Although being able to keep up with all of them and their various orgasms was a task impossible for Silata. Quite frankly, she had lost all knowledge of where she herself was. She seemed to simply hurl herself from one pleasurable encounter to the next, multiple dreams of little girls being satisfied over and over.

It was simply an ocean of pleasure and amid it were her conscious worries of her two lovers and the clearest memories of Dilena. No encounter with any little girl present at the orgy (and the orgy had some of the finest little girls of the world in its midst) could drive such negative elements from her pleasure ocean.

Gradually, one girl undressed another and soon the room was almost working on a rotational basis. It had started out with Anisha and Catina on the far side. And now, entirely naked, Silata found that she herself had now gotten round to Catina. She held the child in her arms, grabbed, spread and tickled her buttocks while slowly sliding a finger into her behind.

Catina bit down into her shoulder hard enough to draw blood but Silata didn't mind. She continued to fondle the child and feel her superior sized clit press to the miniature one as they rubbed up and down against each other. When they separated, Silata kissed her way down the entire length of the young girl's body, starting at her pretty little pink mouth and ending at her toes. Catina then turned to be embraced by Madelini while Kenita seized Silata by the arm and guided her elsewhere.

We are now to detail the last scene Silata played in this particular orgy before she fell completely drunken and half unconscious into her delirium. By that point, she wouldn't be able to tell one moving female shape from another. Yet she managed to stay focused enough to recognise each character's individual movements during this final act of hers. This perhaps being because she was the only girl in this set-up who didn't have her eyesight veiled by a cunt, ass, foot or a breast.

She sat at their lead upon a well cushioned couch with her legs spread wide. Between them, Kenita serviced her on all fours, licking every drop which trickled from her cunt.

Kenita's body managed to support Gertila, who lay on top of her with her little stomach against her back.

Gertila, lifting her head, suckled on each of Silata's breasts in turn, now and then glancing up to utter a cheeky little giggle and flutter her eyes affectionately. Both girl's asses were being stimulated during this.

Vesina stood behind them, one finger in Kenita's anus and another in the little girl's on top of her back.

To ensure Kenita didn't suddenly collapse under Gertila's weight, Jessila and Celestia helped out on either side. They were there to support Kenita or catch Gertila in the event of a collapse. Yet they busied themselves while they were stationed there. Celestia reached under and fingered Kenita's cunt while vigorously licking one of her butt cheeks.

Doing the same for the girl above, Jessila fingered Gertila's cunt. While she did so, she sucked and licked the little girl's nearest foot.

In quick summary, their design followed out like this. Silata at the lead, Vesina at the end, Kenita with Gertila on top of her as the middle and Jessila and Celestia supporting either side of the middle. Although orgasms were certainly not in sync and some, such as Vesina at the end, required more attention to complete theirs, one thing was certain. Silata came one last time like a rocket into Kenita's mouth and spattered all over her lips.

It wasn't just the cunnilingus, but the simple sight of the unique lesbian display before her which caused it all to flow so well, each girl playing their part right before her eyes. Creating the perfect scenery to unleash her fuck.

And therefore, when all was done, Silata was so overwhelmed she drifted right off into the bliss of a brief abyss of the mind. Everything vanished under that final wave of pleasure and her view, whenever it was not in the abyss, could only make out the shapes of dashing ankles all around her. She felt herself being lifted, carried out of the orgy room and into the darkness of the corridor protruding from it. Only the actual cold feeling of her fresh pillow against the back of her skull brought her to her senses before her bearers could all tiptoe out.

"Chelsiette...," she murmured, her eyes now alive as if a jolt of lighting had struck the lids apart. "Anisha, Chelsiette... where are they? I need them."

"They'll be off to bed soon," the promising reply of Celestia was delivered with complete patience and understanding. "You won't sleep without them tonight. Once they tire we'll lie them alongside you. But you yourself must get some rest now."

However falling back within the dark pit of sleep remained an impossibility for Silata, who was indeed not content until both Anisha and Chelsiette were lain down beside her, both her sweethearts far too exhausted to murmur so much as a good night. Yet once their two bodies were on either side of hers, surrounded by her arms yet again in that pure comfort to which they'd spent the last four days in, the trio collapsed with relief into their exhaustion.

Chapter 9

Catina and Gertila brought breakfast in the following morning, those darling little girls merely delivering what had already been structured by their fine cooks. Gertila wore naught but black panties and a golden chain about her neck, ending in a little ruby pendant. Catina had on a pair of jeans and a tank top, displaying her midriff. Her feet were sandalled and her arms covered in the sleeves of multiple bracelets, her hair professionally pigtailed as well. They made a fine team, the seductively clothed Catina alongside the barely clothed Gertila. The contrast caused instant arousal on the parts of they who viewed them from the bed.

"Gertila!," Chelsiette happily shrieked, sitting up while the other little girl laid a kiss on her mouth, bouncing back energetically in that childish, body wiggling glee of excitement.

"I can't wait to enjoy you again tonight. It was so much fun last night," Gertila declared.

"Definitely!," Chelsiette cried, her eyes wide with true joy at having fallen to sleep after such a wondrous event, now awoken with more and more delicious memories flooding back to her. "Oh, only a few days back I didn't know any of this stuff. But then, after Silata, I knew everything. And last night I simply put everything into action. It was the best night of my life."

This statement you can expect, inspired that further touch of jealousy in Silata yet she hurriedly put it aside, wishing to centre her thoughts mainly on the positive.

"And you Anisha," her second little charming girl was being felt up by Catina, whose snickering was certainly applicable to their guilty behaviour the prior night. "I think I've found more than a friend in you. A soul mate even."

Although Silata's head didn't drop, her eyes fell toward the ground in the sharpest blow of hopelessness, coming to rest her vision upon the cute, freshly nail painted toes of Catina. She was lifting one little sandal as she slowly slid Anisha down onto the mattress, advancing to sprawl on top of her.

Anisha accepted this, spreading her legs wide and took the pretty lass onto her chest without the mildest requirements of a full stomach.

"Perhaps we should eat fir..." Silata sliced her sentence off near the end, knowing there were no ears turned to her.

Anisha was rubbed up against by the chest of Catina, whose tank top was soon stripped off by her speedy working hands and then two bare chests were left to collide. As the nipples slipped by each other, between their legs, both began to trickle their hot cunt moisture in response to the act, only Catina's far more heartily. She announced the reason after she sat up and Anisha had pulled down the top of her jeans to reveal the special area, full of dripping excitement.

"I've been kissed by nearly the whole party down there this morning," Catina giggled upon laying her bare chest over Anisha's yet again. "But I wanted you specifically to relieve me of all this build up."

"No problem," Anisha chuckled with an expanded smile, all her shyness eradicated from a fully charged sexual system just as skilled to socially please as it were to provide satisfaction to her new found friend's lubricity.

She ran a finger up and down the slit, cupped it with her palm, wiggled all her fingertips over the clitoris. Then simply, without the least intrusion of a finger being required, Anisha milked that child of her multitude of sexual irritation, taking the morning cum as the beautiful trickle it was all over her hands. Each little droplet was encouraged to her mouth, not one of her fingers going unsucked.

Catina provided Anisha the same service in return for it, after her ecstasy had calmed down, her shut eyes slipped open and that perfectly mischievous grin returned to her face. "Oh, let's see how much you've been doing your homework Anisha," she murmured upon beginning.

"Not as much as you Catina, I only just got up," replied the stimulated child who soon lost all traces of her words, sliding more readily her sexually mature system up and down upon the finger which penetrated it. Unlike Catina, Anisha had suddenly developed an eagerness to take things up her cunt right away. Silata had obviously advanced her way beyond four years in a space of four days.

The child unleashed her cum onto Catina's fingers while the other little girl continued to ensure their nipples remained tickled by their constant contact to each other. They lay in exhaustion upon each other, their bellies flecked with the discharge droplets they hadn't lapped up.

Upon the other side, Chelsiette serviced Gertila her good morning present with her tongue straight at her cunt. She didn't miss a spot, applying that professional mouth work to slide up and down as vigorously or as gently as required, indication being taken from the hold Gertila's little fingers had gripped in her hair.

As Gertila manoeuvred her, she made all the decisions upon her speed and right near the end, basically pressed Chelsiette's face as hard up against her slit as possible, tilting her head toward the celling and screaming as she spurted. That gorgeous cry from one spectacular child was music to one's ears indeed and plentiful discharge to Chelsiette's visage.

The girls hardly even bothered to clean themselves up, leaving what clothing they'd stripped off upon the bedroom floor and strolling out more than 80% naked to enjoy an extended morning of joys in the orgy room. Silata found it impossibly difficult to try to picture either Gertila or Catina matching their actions with the innocence of their bodies. The two now behaved efficiently in the manner of two teen girls with endless libidos. It was quite truthfully, an extreme struggle on the part of Silata, to convince herself that neither of her little soul mates were yet at the stage that these two had accomplished. Chelsiette and Anisha certainly weren't showing identical signs to them yet... were they?

As a reader, you could probably scream that answer to her, yet Silata would refuse to hear it. Anisha and Chelsiette at least preserved more believable innocence about the faces if not in their actions. They didn't yet snicker like Catina nor develop the grins that Gertila constantly showed off. As of yet, they weren't what she feared they'd turn into. The ultimate sluts of Harvirle. The complete terrifying professionals of lovemaking, doomed to best even Silata's talent. And certainly not doomed to depart from her presence, no matter how many new friends they made. She had absolutely no horror in seeing them enjoy other girls. Yet she struggled most relevantly with the worry of their location of other sexual partners generating a deeper gravitational pull than she could offer them.

Yet the three of them, in various levels of excitement, anxiety and arousal, all dined indifferently on their breakfast with the most fulfilling hunger. Feeling sorry that neither visitor had offered their third companion a hand, Chelsiette frigged Silata before the morning was out and the three then departed for further exploration.

They knew it perfectly perilous to separate, for re-locating each other suddenly seemed an improbability. Harvirle, when you combined all its corridors and levels, extended more spaciously than what the outside could offer your view. Their corridor, upon leading to the TV room was directly opposite four others.

Theirs was the third in yet another row of four. Ultimately, each level had eight corridors, four of each directly opposite each other. At the end of each were, as already noted, a room with a plasma screen, one of these always chosen for orgy destinations. Branching off from the corridors were separated, spare chambers. Within these spare chambers were various bedroom designs, candle lit benches, floors full of rugs and reclining cushions. In short, all you needed to have a specific romantic time, either a one on one or with a selected group.

As the levels repeated themselves, Silata attempted to sum up how many girls Harvirle could actually hold yet soon dismissed the difficult mathematics. One room above the lobby, where fear of meeting Roselotte restrained them from venturing, they gained the opportunity to explore a level to which was indeed, the most hotel-like. It had the glamorous floor of clean patterned carpet, old fashioned window and celling designs, amid all this being the great dining hallway where the central aspects of the room were the rectangular row of tables.

They fitted the room's atmosphere with their lately re-painted wood, aromas from recently cooked breakfast ranging in pancakes to bacon also preserving the rooms freshness. Thus, its appearance to have been designed afresh for several new guests increased the specific tastes of pampering the three new arrivals were cheerfully adjusting to.

Although of course, it had been re-furnished lately for the purpose of others as well. Muireta decided such a structure being built around quality and freedom ought never to fall into the decay that the buildings of the outside world always did. So Harvirle was rarely ever showing the tiniest sign of chipping paint. Of course, this was not applicable to the outside view, which was nothing less than a field of ruins. Yet the interior showed naught but impressing decorative talent.

Silata took a seat at the table, deciding exploration needed to cease briefly. To resume in this calm, refreshing atmosphere, she needed to also show the qualities of calm and freshness she was lacking. Right now, ever since her arrival, she'd dragged her prior life inside with her. Now it was time, if they were ever to enjoy the place in equal comfort, that she defeated her past demons and broke the bond which glued her to these two angels.

After beckoning them over, Chelsiette and Anisha gathered with her at this table end, briefly shielded from the words of the girls close-by. A group of young lassies who giggled at the opposing end of the room were more than fifty table-lengths from the location to which they held their private discussion. So by close-by, that was the nearest threat of overhearing.

It was certainly encouraging to see the eagerness to hear her still overcome all the pleasures the place had to offer her two best friends. Chelsiette had her little arms folded, rocking forward her chair and sliding this posture ever closer to her lover. Anisha honed in from the other side, her beautiful eyes at constant rest with Silata's, not letting a single word escape her ears.

Silata took a deep breath, then plunged ahead with all she had to say. "I think we should still be friends no matter what. If it's a choice between our friendship and commitment to this place, I'm sure our bond will win out. Yet nevertheless, as of now I'm going to cease all my jealousy. You may have noticed, despite all I let you two get up to last night, that I've still been showing frequent signs of jealousy. Of dislike for all those that touch you. Well no more. We're here to have fun, so don't feel like you have to stick by me. Separate if you will and go discover friendships elsewhere. Mine will always be here for both of you whenever you need it."

"Will you be alright?," Anisha inquired, her words firm, steady and straight to the point. "Will you be fine on your own?"

Silata began, slowly preparing her reply with the most thoroughness of assurance. "I thought I couldn't survive by myself before. But now..."

"But now you've certainly figured out the opposite haven't you," it was Muireta's growling voice which disturbed her discussion with her two soul mates. Yet without a doubt, once the words started to spill forth in all their truth and honesty, Silata was gladder than ever that Muireta had stalked up behind her. These words of wisdom would supply her, and just about anyone else on the planet, with all that was required to know the ability to survive is in every creature, no matter how lonely.

"Did you assume you couldn't live without your two friends here?," Muireta gestured to Anisha and Chelsiette. "Why, that's very natural Silata. Many new arrivals, particularly the eldest of the group, are always reluctant to let go of they who they feel a responsibility toward. Or, in your case, both a responsibility and a very strong connection. Yet you must release yourself from them now and move forward. They'll find their own way, as will you. Rest assured, you can survive without their companionship. Were this whole home we call Harvirle to suddenly disappear, you'd still live. You're much stronger than you assume, as are all the girls here. You simply need to realise it."

"I'm not sure," Silata murmured, thinking back to her days of high school prior to the recent events. "I never had any friends before and I thought I just couldn't go on without them. If it weren't for Chelsiette and Anisha, I probably wouldn't be here."

"You must dispose of that mind frame right away," Muireta warned. "The fact that you're still alive goes to prove the fact that survival is possible for anyone. And we, the people who feel the most hated, are always the most skilled in the art of surviving. There's probably been many times in your life where you've wished you'd been born into a different life. But let me tell you now, had you actually been born as someone who succeeds in this stupid society which surrounds us, I can guarantee your strength would be greatly limited to how it is now. Those who know nothing of being different, of being rejected, are actually the ones who are far weaker than us. Find someone who has lived a life full of friendship and support, then suddenly take all the friends and support away, you'll be shocked how swiftly they curl up in a miserable corner and refuse to come out."

Silata nodded. "I guess you're right. People who aren't use to being alone can never cope with being rejected. Were they to suddenly be deprived of their support, they'd just break. If you've never known misery, then misery is so much harder to cope with when it actually shows up in your life. That's one of the reasons I'm actually glad I've never had friends."

"Exactly," Muireta went on. "Friends and support only ever succeed in keeping you weak. And the idea of friendship being something essential in the life of the human being is nothing but a ridiculous lie thought up by this society. The loner is always the happier person. And craving friendship is completely unnatural. Whenever we feel we can't cope with our loneliness, it is merely the years and years of our schooling that has brought it on."

"Every year of our education some mentally defective teacher has yelled in our face about the importance of friendship. What a load of bullshit. Through years of saying the same things to kids, as adults and teenagers we actually believe friends are important. We feel pain when we're alone. But this pain is merely an illusion, brought on by the lies of society and nothing else. It is not our natural mind which causes us to fear our isolation. It is simply the voice of society, having told us the same lie over and over again. Train yourself to forget every lie which they've hammered into you and eventually you'll cease all depression over your isolation. Social life? Bah! Who the hell needs it? Only the weaklings who are yet to discover the majority of life's beauty is in detaching from our silly humanity."

Silata spoke up warily. "But... I once knew a girl back in seventh grade. Well, I guess I didn't actually know her, since I never had any friends myself. But she was also a loner. And she killed herself eventually after being driven to it by the pain of loneliness."

"Yes, that pain is very real when we believe in it," Muireta replied. "And it angers me to hear of this. That poor girl was perfectly capable of surviving on her own, yet due to the constant lies of idiots who couldn't, she was convinced she had no way out but in suicide. Had she been aware of the pain she was feeling being nothing but the voice of education, she'd have lived happily alone without shedding a tear. But alas, the strong commit suicide everyday because of the lies of the weak. But once you acknowledge the pain of loneliness is merely your educated mind playing tricks with you, then you can dispense with it. Destroy it and embrace your title as a loner."

"Thank you," Silata replied, feeling more relaxed than ever with her own individuality. "You've convinced me I can survive on my own. But I must point out, Chelsiette and Anisha have both made this life of mine very special. I should certainly hate to ever depart from them."

"I'm quite positive you'll never have to. Yet should the worst occur, I intend to have you prepared for it," Muireta concluded with a smile. "Now enjoy the morning before it turns into evening." She strolled away and left them to their business.

"Alright then," Chelsiette murmured, proudly standing and skipping away, calling over her shoulder. "Thanks Silata. I feel much more free knowing I can't worry you now. Or make you jealous. I'm going to see Celestia again if you don't mind."

"Go right ahead," Silata encouraged, guessing her little lover had taken a special liking to that girl the first time she set eyes on her. Only Anisha remained behind that touch longer, soon being encouraged by the way of Chelsiette.

"Other than you, I'm too shy to talk with anyone else," she murmured during a quick mode of reluctance.

Silata soon guided her away. "Nonsense. Go find Catina. She's very fond of you. Do you return that fondness?"

"Yes, I like her a lot. But she's not like you."

"Well I'll still be here at the end of the day. But go and enjoy yourself," Silata then added the finishing touch to her convincing and Anisha bounded away too.

Left with naught to do but satisfy her own means of socializing, she sought out a companion to share one of the upstairs bed chambers with. After a search high and low she discovered one bright blonde around the age of thirteen, all alone by the water fountain, dressed from head to foot in the attire of a red bikini. Even her shoes matched the outfit, sandals of the brightest crimson, as were her swimming panties and the bra which veiled her barely breast-lifted chest.

"You're new here I see," she murmured, having never set eyes upon her until this moment. Silata, although knowing the unfamiliarity from not noticing her the prior night, bravely kissed her cheek upon their opening introduction. "Lesikie Carter at your service," she performed a curtsy before withdrawing into a cheeky little stance of pride. "Or rather, you'll be at mine shortly little Miss..."

"Silata."

"Right. Well I should have you know, I always better befriend the submissives than the other little princesses. I prefer to take services only. Would you like to grant me your favours upstairs?"

"I was going to ask you the same question," Silata replied before taking a little bow as was required. "Although of course, to service you only my princess Lesikie."

She giggled, took her hand then escorted her to the elevator, those beautiful red sandals loudly issuing echoing slaps to the ground. Silata was eager, although knowing she may not receive kind attention, to at least deal some of it out this morning. It would certainly arouse her to a required state to engage in further doings, hopefully with girls littler than thirteen. But Lesikie had a special effect on her passions today, which is why she was glad she'd have a turn to explore such areas, even if they differed from her commonly focused attraction.

Once within the secure safety of a bedchamber, privacy was theirs to enjoy. Silata tore off her top and stepped from her pyjama pants, facing Lesikie entirely naked. The other girl tilted her head with a queer look in her expectations. Instantly sensing what she wished, Silata fell upon the ground on all fours and approached her new princess.

Lesikie played with her hair, studied her nails and acted indifferent to Silata while she enslaved herself to her pleasures. Her feet were licked, the toes sucked and even the sandals mouthed before they were removed. She moved her way up to her thighs, licked and kissed all the way to the cunt. Nearing the end, Silata slid down the swimming panties while Lesikie tore off and flicked away her training bra.

As Silata's mouth pleasured that precious little destination between her new friends thighs, Lesikie massaged her own nipples and groaned, moving about entirely in the complete ocean of her pleasures.

"Oh yes. Oh fuck, you're good Silata! You know how to fucking make a girl run her fuck! Ah yes!" Her legs were soon sheeted with spatters of her discharge, these of which Silata hurriedly lapped up, the whole while gripping her firm, youthful ass as she took this girl through her body shuddering discharge.

After cleaning this up, the two collapsed upon the bed, situated between three burning candles and a glorious sea of rugs to conceal the floors coldness. It was also a sea of praise to which Silata was drenched in, all the while enjoying the tiny caresses employed by her new found princess.

"Very impressive," Lesikie congratulated her for the fiftieth time. "I should like to have you devote to my pleasures more often. I held back considerably then."

"Well you need not, I'm just as ready to be dominated by a girl as ravishing as you as I am to be the dominant guardian of a sweet little girl."

"I shall call Eliska in later. They say no lubricious encounter here is worthwhile without her at least being witness to it. I frequently enjoy being worshipped in the view of girls as young and ripe as that. I hope to inspire them to service me as well as you do in future."

Silata's reply was uneasy. "Well I personally prefer to worship little girls rather than have them do that unto me. They're sacred and so very precious."

"A matter of preference," Lesikie shrugged. "We all have our own tastes. Muireta tells us that each and every day. Tell me, how did you end up here?"

Silata retold of the events which brought her to the current situation, surprising even herself with her careless impulse to reveal her details to everyone. She simply saw no danger in sight.

"Interesting," Lesikie murmured straight after. "I, much like you, lusted after little girls too as I was growing up. Simply switch the roles, for I wanted them to worship me, where as you like them to be worshipped. However, you listed several names there of girls you were particularly fond of in primary school. And I can tell you this now, one certainly rings a bell."

"What?," Silata inquired, her eyes widening with the mind impaling shock of knowing the answer before it was even clarified by Lesikie. "Who?"

"Dilena. She came here with her cousin."