Chapter 4: Jumping Back in Time

by BigBadWolf

It was Katie’s 8th birthday and she and 15 invited guests were going to the local amusement park for a day of fun. Katie’s parents had rented out her favorite attraction, the moonbounce, for three hours that afternoon so that Katie and friends would have the inflatable house of fun all to themselves. The plan was for the children to play on the moonbounce for about an hour and a half and then break for ice cream cake before going back for more fun. For her party, Katie wore a white sundress and flip-flops on her dainty feet. Her toes were unpainted. All of the children were wearing either sandals or flip-flops as this was a hot day in July. Katie’s mom recruited three other mothers to chaperone the party and help drive the group to the amusement park.

Once at the moonbounce, the girls all removed their footwear and entered the attraction in an orderly fashion, one child at a time through the little doorway at the front. The adults looked at each other with puzzlement as they all had the same thought. The entrance/exit to the bouncehouse was awfully small. Only one child could fit through at a time. Regardless, once inside, the children had a grand old time jumping, yelling, and generally just being kids. Though she didn’t know what the feeling was at the time, Katie was becoming more than a little aroused watching her little friends jumping and tumbling about in their short shorts, summery dresses, and various other outfits all while barefoot. She got more than a few glimpses of the sweet little pantied bottoms of her friends while they all frolicked about. Katie’s mother was pleased as well. Her daughter seemed to really be enjoying herself with her friends.

After some time, it was time for the ice cream cake. The adults chaperoning the party had long since forgotten the issue with the entrance to the moonbounce and no one saw it as problematic or dangerous. However, as soon as Katie’s mom yelled out “Time for ice cream, girls!” her heart sank. All of the girls went scampering toward the tiny exit at once. In about 5 seconds, the inflatable wall of the moonbounce bulged outward and the adults saw children been knocked against the netted “windows” at each side of the entrance. Too many children had tried to fit through the little swinging door at once and it had jammed, leading to a stampede-like crush. Katie shrieked, along with her friends, as she found herself being squashed between little girl bodies against the side of the moonbounce. The scene was pretty unforgettable for any outsider. A mix of giggles, shrieks, yelps, and cries rang out as limbs kicked and grabbed at the netting on either side of the little door. “Ow! My ankle!” shrieked one girl. “I can’t breathe!” yelled another. Another girl simply managed “Eeeek!” In the middle of it all, Katie had toes in her groin, someone’s fingers up her nose, and was simultaneous having her face shoved into one of her friend’s pantied rear ends. With all of the activity and close body contact, Katie was not scared or hurt. Strangely enough, she was actually getting a powerfully tingly feeling between her legs. At that moment, someone grabbed her legs, which had been kicking about in the air, and she found herself lying on the floor of the bouncehouse with her mother standing over her as her little pussy began to spasm uncontrollably. Katie shook and twitched as her mother held her and asked frantically, “Sweetheart, are you hurt??? You’re shaking! Are you in shock???” As her orgasm subsided, Katie looked up at her mother dreamily and said, “I’m fine, mommy.” As she collected herself, she saw her other friends in various states of distress, some with bloody lips and others lying on the floor of the moonbounce looking groggy while the other adults tended to them. Ultimately, everyone was fine and went home happy, though perhaps with just a few bruises.

That evening, Katie was back home with her parents and her friend Sharon. Sharon had sustained a few bruises in the moonbounce debacle, but nothing a little ice cream didn’t soothe. Nonetheless, the two children were exhausted by nine o’clock and decided to retire to Katie’s room. Both girls were wearing only panties and t-shirts for bed. They planned to both sleep in Katie’s bed that night. As they were about to turn off the lights, Katie asked, “Sharon, I have a question. Did you get a funny feeling between your legs today without knowing why?” “Yes!” Sharon exclaimed. “It was weird. And my panties got wet too, but I didn’t pee.” Katie’s eyes lit up that she wasn’t the only one to experience these feelings. She couldn’t put it into words yet, but Katie was quickly developing a fetish for being overcome physically. It wasn’t necessarily that she wanted another person to use strength to overpower her. That would be scary. But she enjoyed getting into situations where she had to struggle about. With this general idea in her head, she said to Sharon, “Yup! I have felt that way before too. Sometimes, late at night after my mommy and daddy go to sleep, I pile as many blankets as I can on my bed and then I slip under and pretend that I am in danger and need to escape!” “Really??” Sharon asked. “Can you show me??” “Sure,” Katie said. “But you need to help me by going into the closet over there and pulling out all the blankets. Meanwhile, I will get into bed and I want you to put them all on top of me, okay?” “Okay!” Sharon said excitedly. And so, while Katie was lying in her bed with a smile on her face, Sharon began pulling blankets from the closet and piling them on the bed, with Katie underneath. Finally, with ten blankets draped over Katie’s little body, the setup was complete.

“Ok, here I go,” Katie said. “Sharon, don’t pull the blankets off no matter what I say, okay?” Sharon nodded her agreement and Katie slid down to the middle of the bed. Sharon was sitting on a chair next to the bed and was already getting that tingly feeling again between her legs. Katie began to grunt and struggle under the weight of the bedding. Sharon could barely tell Katie was moving except for the tiniest ripples in the top blsnkets and Katie’s words of distress. “Unh…Sharon…help…I…can’t….get out! I’m so little and helpless and these blankets are crushing me!” Katie continued to struggle, her movements becoming more pronounced. Sharon, meanwhile, began to rub her hand against her pantied crotch as she watched her friend. Sharon watched as the blankets rippled and twitched more and more with her friend’s movement underneath. Her own pussy wept sweet juice as she rubbed her engorged clit faster and faster underneath her panties. By now, Katie was really getting excited and her dramatic cries for help reflected her level of arousal. She intentionally kicked one flexed foot out at Sharon and bucked her hips violently as she screamed in a muffled voice, “Help me Sharon! I’m being raped under here by these big soft blankets! I…can’t….take it…ahhhh….ohhhh….much….longer.” As Katie yelled this and thrashed about, she rubbed her little preteen slit more and more enthusiastically. “AAAHHHH…” Katie gasped as Sharon jumped from her seat and began licking, sucking, and biting Katie’s exposed foot. “Sharon, no…please. Not that.” Katie’s foot flexed and her toes wriggled violently under Sharon’s tongue. “My toes…not my toes! Gah!!! My (gasp) little feet….sooo sensitive!” It seemed everything Sharon did to Katie’s little foot went directly to her hairless pussy. “Oh..gahhh…” Katie moaned. “The sheets…I’m trapped! They’re wrapped all around me! They’re rubbing against my defenseless body and making me wet between my legs!”

At that moment, Sharon couldn’t take it anymore. She crawled under the blankets with Katie, entering from the foot of the bed. With all her thrashing about and rubbing of her pussy, Katie didn’t even feel Sharon crawling over to her. Instead, Sharon firmly grabbed Katie by both ankles and bent her legs back, so Katie’s pussy was nice and spread. Katie yelped as the blankets shifted suddenly with her forced movement, leaving little Sharon’s legs exposed and waving happily in the air as her tongue first contacted Katie’s soaking vaginal lips. “Oh God, Sharon, please…” Katie moaned. “Don’t, not that. I’m gonna cum if you do that. The sheets, the sheets! They’re gonna be soaked with my juices! Please, no, don’t lick my little sensitive pussy. Oh god oh god, I’m leaking. Sharon, look at what you’re doing! I’m dripping from my pussy! Suddenly, Katie’s legs clamped around Sharon’s head, making it difficult for the girl to breathe. Her heels began rapidly pounding at Sharon’s back as she let out an animalistic squeal, which coincided with hot girlcum splashing over Sharon’s face. This sent Sharon over the edge as well, as her own juices squirted onto Katie’s bedsheets. The two girls pulled the blankets over themselves again, and fell asleep as they kissed and played with each other’s hair in Katie’s bed.