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It was as though he'd stepped right out of one of Giles' watcher journals. She stood her ground. I am Jean-Claude, Master of St.

Thank god magic always went to crap around Xander. Buffy shifted her weight and considered the weight of her stake. Evidently, Xander didn't like the attention and struck out in true Scooby fashion.

I'm Fred, the blonde that could smash you into paste is Daphne, our witch would be Velma, and that's Shaggy.

We used to have a zebra-painted Mystery Machine but I think it got blown up. The black haired, blue eyed vampire had an expression of utter confusion on his pristine features.

Buffy blinked. They might get out of this without a fight after all! Non : No Vous parlez si bien, vos compagnons? Je fais.

Jean-Claude did not usually like surprises. They tended to be of the life, or unlife in his case, threatening kind and often required him to revise his many plots and plans.

Katrina, the Master of Springfield would no doubt be throwing a tantrum when she realized just what she had let slip from her grasp. It had been no small challenge to track the four children and had it not been for the olfactory senses of his wolves near impossible.

They were skilled, seedlings of power and potential, and he wanted them. Finding out that they had dumped their get-away car in the Mississippi and crossed into his land had been the most pleasant news he had received in some time.

Even sweeter, politics wise Katrina could do nothing. Government safehouses were considered neutral territory, no one wanted to risk what the publicity associated with such places would bring, and as such she would never have been able to detect the children if they had stayed out of Springfield City proper.

She had not laid any claim to them while they were in her territory. They were free for the taking.

Approaching their small and well hidden encampment Jean-Claude felt a sense of deja-vu: a memory of the time he had been alive and forced to accompany the young lord on a hawking expedition.

Using his talent Jean-Claude could detect all the wolves he'd brought with him as well as the burning energy that was the young pup.

He would be strong when he was grown; possibly stronger than Richard. Perhaps he could be groomed to take over for his loup?

A bloodless abdication was nearly unheard of among the wolves, but Richard had never wanted the position to begin with.

He needed them whole if he was to use them. Fear did not work well with children. The strength of will behind that devotion The comment almost made him smile but for the erratic energy contained within the boy.

Clearly, no one had ever taught these children how to Shield, and the boy was giving off something that reminded him vaguely of his petite chou.

Yet, he did not have the cold, dead echoes of strength that animators held. Just what were these children?

She looked utterly ridiculous, barely four and a half feet tall, and standing there with a thick wooden stake as if to leap at the vampires.

They had killed his kind before. Looking at the callous' on their small hands and the choice of weaponry A chill went down his spine. Rising along with worry and fear was the soft crackle of magic.

He could taste strawberries on his tongue. He reached out with his power toward the young wolf, calling to the beast that stared fixated from amber eyes.

Fear was wafting off of all four them, but it was tempered by hard determination. Perhaps if he could gain the trust of one the rest would follow He did not expect the guttural sounds that issued forth.

His temoin was clearly intrigued by the by play. Well, Jean-Claude's voice could do more than incite lust.

His aurder was, at its core, about love. If and when Anita found out he had used it on these children she'd throw a fit, but she was always upset about something, and he needed them to trust him.

No need to run. Just put down the stakes and come to me The wolf whined. He was caught in Jean-Claude's power, but the sound drew the small fighter from him.

Her resistance was not unlike that of an animator, but animators could be overcome. It was a mistake on her part, though Jean-Claude had not heard the crisp tones of the French Court in nearly three hundred years Her hair fell around baby-fat cheeks in messy sweat-stained strands.

Her shoes were in just as poor a condition as the rest of her. Large, hazel eyes swirled with color and were it not for the obvious experience with which she held her weapons he would have thought her nothing more than common runaway, a street urchin.

With curiosity satiated for the moment, it was time to get to business. Enchant the children and get them moved to a more secure location.

The warrior maiden's aim drifted, her crossbow aimed safely into the dirt. Her stake arm relaxed as pure want peeked from her eyes. Want and fear.

She desired someone to take care of her, wanted him to soothe her aches and dry her tears. But she didn't trust it. Not entirely. She'd been betrayed before.

She was strong, but she hadn't always been. He could see it. So much like sweet Anita The witch's magic guttered as she found herself wrapped in his own.

She looked into his eyes and Jean-Claude saw that same desire which burned within the blonde girl. Fear of abandonment.

Fear that it wasn't real. Fear that he would take her friends and leave her alone, just as others had done. Her clothing was just as worn as those of her friends, her dress frayed in places and her shoes two sizes too big.

She clung to the wolf though she didn't know why. Her magic crackled against his, confused. The pup was nearly his.

Richard would not approve but he would understand. He wanted to see these children safe and if it took a little power play to get them there he would grumble but assent to the necessity.

And yet as young as he was the pup still fought, if only subconsciously. Jean-Claude wondered just how strong he would be when grown.

He was shaking and his eyes snapped open revealing the greenish reflective surfaces of a night hunter. He was no shapeshifter.

What were they all? He attacked his own companion, and the blonde warrior was ripped from Jean-Claude's grasp taking the other two with her.

Even more intriguing was the pulse of fruit-scented magic that threaded over to an abandoned pack and withdrew another pair of weapons.

The witch was stronger than she should be at such an age, though he could see the effort was taxing her, but not enough to give it up.

Her fear and worry fed into the magic strengthening it. A team, bonded not by childhood frivolity, but by blood and battle.

Young though they may be but dangerous. Very dangerous. But still young, still children, and oh so malleable with the right influences.

A light touch would be needed. A guiding hand, not a taskmaster. It was not truth, but not exactly a lie.

There was meaning laced within his words and the vampire was no stranger to sarcasm. But he still didn't get it. He rapped Jason lightly with his power.

His pomme evidently read into the names, and would explain it once they had dealt with this. For now though Everyone in the small clearing had noticed the subtle movements and shift of power that pushed the 'Fred' into the Alpha position.

Those experienced in the dominance game recognized such things easily. The floating blade drifted to rest handle first in it. Anita needed a coffee.

Also, a back rub. On second thought, as long as she was fantasizing she might as well go all the way: Coffee, a back rub, and two or three sexy guys with or without speedos.

Her car door slammed and she trudged up the steps to RPIT headquarters. Their personal relations had done nothing but sour since she came out about Jean-Claude, and their professional relationship wasn't much better.

He thought she was spending too much time in the company of bloodsuckers and animals. Turning into a junkie. She thought he needed to get his nose out of her business before she cut it off.

Not booked by your Vamp Daddy? Point to Anita. The Executioner tucked her ever-errant hair out of her eyes and stared for a moment at the bright white lights of the building.

It was way to early, or late depending on your outlook, to deal with this. Sargent Storr steamed for a moment before turning.

Around him underlings burst into motion fearing his wrath. As Anita followed him to a private room she noticed there seemed to be more personnel around than usual.

I don't know. This is a class in and of itself. She took the cup, inhaled the heavenly aroma of the beans, and drained half in one gulp.

Peters thing? I'll admit I don't particularly like the furry impaired, but this is Now they expect us to hunt down over fifty lycanthropes?

There isn't a law about leaving a safehouse, it is difficult, yes, but not technically against the rules.

The petite woman set her mug on the table and opened the folder, suddenly glad she had done so or her caffeinated ambrosia would be all over the floor.

She shuffled through the images and files, some of which looked like they'd been hastily faxed, before snapping the folder shut and tucking it under her arm.

Her question was unspoken. Zebrowski answered it. We kinda need your opinion on what to do about it.

Press fucking charges. FBI have already been called in. Our problem is that besides the round up, which has been going terrible by-the-by, the fact remains that a government sanctioned facility with supposedly state-of-the-art security was successfully assaulted.

I've never even knew these kids existed until Ronnie woke me at six in the morning yelling at me to turn on the T.

They've got to be, what, nine? Do you know what would happen to a ten-year-old in juvie? But I need to do something.

We are a Tri-State group, shifters are fast, even drugged given the right incentive they could make it to California before the week is out.

Heck, they've got enough incentive to make it to Mexico. There was no magic used, a magic-user perhaps, but no magic was involved in the operation.

The ONLY thing preternatural about this case is the escapees, which means this shouldn't be our problem! She wanted to be out there hunting down Walsh, was it?

Some doctor of psychology trying to figure out how the 'beast' worked. Why hadn't she just tried asking? Anita was both Lupa and Bolverk.

Storr looked up at her, and for a moment it was like they'd gone back in time three years. Gone was the irritation and anger, the mutual dislike, and when he looked at her there was a softness.

Find out what's going on within the community. I need to know if I need to worry about these shifters. Are they going to go rogue? Freedom after so long We're bogged down in this mess right now, but desperation can do weird things to people, too.

She looked into eyes that were just as tired as her own and nodded while offering a tiny, tentative smile. It made her look years younger.

Willow honestly didn't know how they got into these situations. All they wanted was to get Oz out of that disguised concentration camp, she shivered at the thought, and disappear into the streams of humanity.

They even had a plan! And it was a good plan! Buffy spent a few months supporting herself in LA, but no one in their right mind was going to hire a couple of kids.

And kids they had become. Kids they would continue to be no matter how self sufficient they were. It was terribly terribly irksome. Yet despite everything the universe just had to pile on the difficulties with vamps popping out of the woodwork.

With a little deception and skill Willow was fairly sure even in her miniaturized form she could take a fledgling. But a Master?

With all the bonus' that entailed? If she were wearing boots she'd be shaking in them. Which brought her to why they were riding in a car with not-Oz werewolves.

Hey, she thought, that would make a good movie title. Riding in Cars with Werewolves. Stop thinking unhelpful thoughts.

Gods, she was tired. And hungry. But mostly tired. Willows, especially child sized Willows, were not made for staying up twenty-four hours and hiking through rough terrain.

She'd never missed the nice paved Sunnydale streets so much in her life. One thing the Hellmouth had going for it: pot-holes never lasted more than a day before meeting their end by construction crew.

They could take demons. They took the two-faced Mayor, blew him to Kingdom Come, they could handle this. She yawned.

They could handle it in the morning. He acted like he wasn't interested in them but Willow doubted that. She didn't know where the vampires went after they agreed to get in the cars -and didn't every parent warn their children about getting in the vehicles with strangers?

Xander was just as tired as she was, but he had experience staying up late and was riding a high of annoyance, fear, and pure adrenaline that was almost as good as caffeine for an energy boost.

He eyed the wolf that had spoken. For all we know, you could be waiting to get us to your ovens to bake us into kiddy-shaped pies. She was still holding her crossbow.

No amount of sweet talk would make her give it up, though she did agree to put away the stake. They all did, and Willow hadn't missed the fact that their packs had been stowed in the other car.

She gave him a shaky smile and sighed. Oz was like a hot water bottle against her body and she just wanted to drift away and forget all this stuff ever happened and that they were back on the Hellmouth, fighting revenants and whatever else was threatening the graduating class.

It was so odd having mundane things to worry about instead of apocalypses. Sweet love'n on toast, she didn't even want to think of the slop he'd probably been forced to eat whilst they'd been preparing for Operation: Red Riding Hood.

And that stupid pretty vampire played on their worry about their friend. See this carrot; don't you want to be sure your friend is okay?

Just ignore the small army of a stick that has you surrounded. She'd had enough of the mind games with Angelus. What kind of sick, petty Master Vampyre kills someone's pet fish?

They'd go along and get Oz checked out by this supposed shifter doctor in case there was something his wolf healing couldn't handle.

Willow would not put it past those government stooges to put some kind of tracking chip in her boyfriend. She was sooo sicking PETA on their asses. Anywhere-But-Here was as good a distraction as any from the three wolves occupying the sedan with them.

Willow knew exactly what room Buffy was thinking of. Stupid pretty vampire bringing up painful memories.

At the water-slide park. With Dipp'n Dotts. I can't help it if I know what I like. It felt like hours. Tiny Buffies, even tiny Slayer Buffies, had their limits.

She was fast approaching hers. But there was no way in all the Hell Dimensions, and she wasn't completely sure they weren't in one, that she was letting her guard down with unknown vampires hanging about.

Especially with the way that one had been eying her friends. The weres seemed nice enough but she'd only just met them.

And since when did werewolves answer to vampires anyway? When Oz got infected and they took a quick refresher course on lycanthrope lore everything pointed toward them not getting along.

What the what now? Buffy sat up in her seat as the car rumbled to a stop. One step at a time. That was the ticket.

First get Oz looked at, enjoy a nice hot shower, perhaps nap if feasible, then sneak away like the sneaky Scoobies that they were. It was doable.

And if not, she would MAKE it doable. She was The Slayer. She was the thing that made demons quiver in fear and vampires explode into itty bitty bits.

It didn't matter that she was even shorter than she had been! Size matters not! She was channeling Xander.

She had to be beyond exhaustion. She clambered off the seat and out into the night wondering why he called her Daphne until she remembered that they had yet to give their real names.

Her lips quirked as she adjusted her grip and peered around. Tiny balls of energy zinged around her senses telling her more shifters were about but they felt Different flavors.

She breathed deep and let her psyche do the work. There was a connection. She felt a connection. She stared at him.

Tell me another one, Speedy. He must have been in the other car. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. She felt herself smile at the memory.

Giles would be proud. She actually remembered something from her literature class. Was it just her or were all the people in this dimension freakishly tall?

It was Xander who answered the stupidly large werewolf's question. None of the weres had anything to say to that. Cherry smiled at the two girls with what should have been a bright and disarming grin.

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Sherry hummed in reply. She slid her hands up and around until she was groping Claire's ass. Claire faintly smiled as she felt tingles of pleasure on her skin.

I love having my ass touched," she whispered. She was disappointed when Sherry almost immediately abandoned her well-toned shapely butt only to quickly unfasten and unzip the fly of her tiny shorts.

She felt her butt cheeks press into the palms and fingers of the young girl, before she pulled her cheeks apart and lifted them, then released for her ass to jiggle back into position.

Claire felt Sherry repeat this twice more before she felt her butt suddenly slapped. Sherry smacked the same cheek again before she switched to her other cheek.

Oh God that feels good She turned slightly and dropped to her elbows, her ass stuck in their air. Sherry rubbed her cheeks for a moment after to work out the stinging sensation before delivering yet another smack that left Claire panting.

Sherry, emboldened by Claire's positive responses her her groping and playing, slid her middle finger along the crack of Claire's ass until she reached her asshole, then pushed her middle finger in to her second knuckle.

And look at how stretchy it is! Claire's eyes rolled back into her sockets as her eyelids fluttered. Sherry gently probed Claire's ass with her finger, her other hand slipping over to one of the woman's hanging breasts.

Sherry stared in surprise as the crotch to Claire's suit suddenly darkened dramatically. I need you to fuck me now I need to feel your fingers inside me, Baby.

I need you inside me now! I wonder how stretchy your suit is? Claire's eyes crossed as Sherry suddenly shoved her first two fingers deeply into her snatch though her skin suit, then cried out as Sherry suddenly slapped her breast with her free hand.

I mean, you have the perfect ass, your have tits that would make a gay man cry, you have perfect legs, perfect hips and waist Do you have any idea how many times I've cum since I started groping you, Claire!?

Nine times! Sherry glanced at Claire's face, and saw that the woman's eyes had lolled back almost entirely and crossed, her tongue partially hanging out of her grinning mouth, all while her body bucked against Sherry's fingers.

While still finger-fucking the woman through her suit, Sherry reached up to Claire's collar. She fumbled for a bit until she found the tiny well-hidden zipper, then slowly drew it open.

She watched, her mouth salivating, as Claire's cleavage slowly revealed itself to her feasting eyes, her breasts flopping further to either side without the pressure and restriction of the closed suit to keep them together in place, then unzipped further It felt to her like it could possibly go a bit further down still, but the way it stopped told her that there might be something wrong with the zipper there, like it was caught on something, and she didn't want to risk damaging something that turned her on so much.

Besides, every time she shoved her fingers into Claire's cunt, the zipper was pulled down past Claire's urethra opening. And every time she pulled her fingers out it went back up again.

Not only was it a fun effect to watch, but it got Claire blabbering again as the zipper ran across her clit hood over and over again. Sherry suddenly slipped her right hand under the suit and continued to finger-fuck Claire, this time directly into her pussy, while her left hand all-but mauled Claire's right breast, which was certain to leave bruises.

Come on Claire, your pussy is splashing it's juices everywhere and I'm half soaked. Cum already, your big titted bitch, you're the one getting off from getting finger-fucked by a twelve-year-old girl, you're the one mewing and gagging for release, you're the one with her legs so spread out a team of linebackers could take position in front of them.

Get off on me, let a little girl make you cum so hard you cry! That's it Sherry ripped her fingers from Claire's cunt as the woman finally came, tears streaming from her clenched eyes as she groaned, her pussy squirting release against the crotch of her well-stretched skinsuit.

A bit of the fluid somehow managed to seep through in several weak flows, but most of her fluids either splashed out around her pussy or was forced upwards and past the open zipper.

Claire's hips bucked at the air, her stomach clenching and undulating, as though she were still being fucked by a champion cock for over a minute before her orgasm begun to wind down.

Which had caused her body, arched like a bow string, to collapse to the sopping wet carpet below. Even before Claire fully caught her breath she sat up, saw Sherry between her legs grinning like a Cheshire Cat, then suddenly pounced and straddled the smaller form.

Though her eyes were looking towards her, Sherry couldn't state for certain if they were actually looking at her.

That, and Claire looked rather manic at the moment, especially how sweaty and mussed her hair was. Claire suddenly shot forward and crushed her lips against Sherry's, kissing her with passion and fever.

Claire's hands roamed all over her young lover, almost but not quite pawing at the girl. Eventually she grabbed firm hold of Sherry and flopped onto her back, taking Sherry with her to lay atop her stomach.

With one hand she kept a firm hold on the back of Sherry's head to keep their lips together, while her other hand groped and slapped her ass.

Sherry was just able to get her hands between their breasts, which she then pinched Claire's hard nipples with her nails. Sherry's eyes widened as she felt Claire stiffen, then suddenly shudder and convulse underneath her.

She waited for the woman to calm down a bit before she patted the woman's cheek "Hey, you sane in there yet, Claire? It took Claire a moment to realize what was going on, not to mention where and with whom.

What happened? Sherry leaned back to sit on Claire's tone stomach, giggled, then started laughing. Between breathes and bouts of laughter Sherry briefly explained that Claire had, for all intents and purposes, went temporarily insane with lust.

Claire gaped at the girl on top of her as she told her what happened, which eventually brought in the giggles in her, too. As she giggled she shrugged out of the suit in full, until it was bunched up around one of her ankles.

Claire grinned a canary-eating grin, then quickly helped Sherry to turn around so her back was facing her. She then pulled the girl by her thighs up to and past her breasts until her pussy was directly over her face, then directed the girl to lay forward until Sherry's face was all-but over Claire's seeping pussy.

I promise you'll feel really good REALLY quickly," Claire purred. Though she had to stretch ever-so-slightly, Sherry found her entire world view filled by Claire's wet and slightly quivering pussy directly below her.

Claire hesitated for a moment. Not because she was having second thoughts about sucking the holy shit out of her beloved ward's cooter.

Rather, she just wanted to stop and enjoy the view a moment. Sherry's pussy was still puffy from baby fat and, due to this, the cleft of her sex seemed to almost join the crack of her ass.

Her sandy-blonde pubic hair, which only grew on her mound above her lips at this point, was sparse and fine. She grazed the pad of her index finger over the top of the hairs and found they felt soft and feathery, just as her own used to when she was younger and before she took to shaving it off.

Now she just waxed it all off whenever she got the chance. Most men she'd fucked loved bald pussies because it made her look so much more youthful, while little boys just thought pubic hair was gross.

Her eyes roamed upward slightly, and she marveled and the perfection of Sherry's sex. She could make out just a small bump of her clit hood at the very top of her slit, but otherwise her pussy was almost a perfect single slit.

The only mar was that her pussy was slightly open and damp, signifying that her blood was rushing to her vagina in preparation for sex.

Claire breathed hotly onto the puffy crack while she trailed her index nail along the slickened sensitive edge of her pussy.

Sherry gasped and moaned, then attempted to duplicate the move to her lover. Claire watched as Sherry's slit slowly bloomed open, her body pumping more and more blood to her sex, which in turn made it more and more sensitive.

Claire's lazily ovalling finger dipped inside and circled her still-engorging barely formed inner-lips, serving to not only stimulate Sherry's sex but also spread her open on both sides, revealing her pink interior.

The heat from Sherry's sex grew at nearly the same rate as her wetness that dripped and flowed from between her folds.

Claire stretched her arms around Sherry's little body until the flat of her hands rested on her bubble-butt, then dug her thumbs to either side of her pussy and spread her open.

At the same time she pushed down on Sherry's ass until the girl's pussy touched Claire's soft, open lips.

Claire casually dug her tongue between Sherry's folds, then licked along her soft inner flesh and sucked on the prepubescent sex, her pubic hairs tickling her chin and her asshole right above her nose.

On the very first brush of her tongue against Sherry's surprisingly-erect little clit, her sex flooded. The smell and taste of the girl's juices turned Claire on even further.

Claire's own fluids escaped from her pussy and dribbled along her asshole and cheeks until they coalesced onto the floor before Sherry's eyes.

Claire felt Sherry experimentally and rather clumsily lap at her nearly-sopping college-aged pussy, and she paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation of such a small tongue on her pussy again until she continued her assault on Sherry's own sex.

Claire and Sherry licked, sucked, and nipped upon each other both passionately and delicately, their taboo and suppressed passions exploding forth and consuming all rational thought.

Sweat, saliva, and other assorted bodily fluids stained the carpet they rolled and writhed on. Their hips humped and bucked each other's faces, both moaning with pleasure as they called out each other's name and begged for more.

Sherry shook and shuddered atop Claire as her body approached a momentous climax. Claire released Sherry's pussy, no longer needing to keep it pried open and sucked directly on her clit while she harshly flicked her hard nipples.

I wanna cum on your face so bad OH GOD In Voyeur Control, though the dainty finger couldn't be seen, it could be heard pumping in and out of something soft and sopping wet with reckless abandon.

Claire opened her mouth wide and drank deeply at the Sherry's tangy and somewhat bitter cum as it flooded her throat. Sherry's body convulsed as her orgasm struck her hard.

Claire's own hips twitched and jerked as she too came, just from the psychological effect to making her little Sherry cum with her tongue. Sherry's pussy still dripping, Claire lifted the quaking girl and slid her around so as to be face-to-face.

She stared into Sherry's glazed-over eyes and passionately kissed her, and gave Sherry a taste of herself in the process.

Now you know why people fuck for fun with their friends and loved ones," Claire giggled in reply. In Voyeur Control once more, the long manicured fingers finally made a reappearance on the console.

Three of the fingers were sopping wet in nearly-clear fluids that were both runny and sticky. The fingers remained off the inset keyboard, held up by a bent wrist, while deep panting echoed all around.

Claire smiled affectionately and kissed the tip of her little nose. Did you enjoy yourself? She realized that she must have sounded greedy.

When Claire nodded for her to continue, Sherry took a deep breath for courage and resumed, "I keep feeling that I'm missing out on something.

I love getting my pussy touched and sucked by you, but I feel like I need something inside me, or something. Claire stood and sashayed back to her dressing room, and quickly re-emerged with her hands behind her back.

She walked around to stand in front of Sherry, which let Sherry see her new lover fully in her natural for the first time.

With that, Claire bent onto her knees and brought out from behind her back the strap-on she picked-up from Jill by accident, the same one she had fucked herself with just a little while before.

Claire carefully slipped the straps between her legs and buckled them tight around her waist, positioned the small built-in vibrator into her own pussy, and re-adjusted the straps until the unit was firmly secured to her mound.

In Voyeur Control, the mystery fingers, now only slightly wet with saliva, paused Women use these to fuck each other when they're in the mood for a little dick, or if a guy wants to get his ass fucked by his girlfriend.

And now I'm gonna use it to please you, too! Sherry cocked her head and stared at the head of Claire's penis. Claire sat with legs spread onto the floor, her fake cock bobbing in the air less than an inch off the carpet.

She grasped Sherry by her thin ankles and dragged the girl on her ass towards her. She then lifted and spread Sherry's legs until her feet rested on her Claire's breasts, forcing the tween to lay on her back, then pulled her just little closer.

Sherry stiffened in apprehension as she felt the soft bristles of the plastic dong tickle her slit.

She propped herself up on her hands and watched as Claire stroked her along her slit with the very tip of her toy dick.

Seeing where the head was heading she clenched both of her eyes tightly shut, then cautiously opened one eye just as Claire started to use the tip of the strap-on to rub her clit, making her shiver and heat-up all at once, then relaxed further and begun to enjoy the experience Claire was sharing with her once she saw Claire's own expression wash over to a serene expression from her previously hyper-focused countenance.

As Claire expertly teased her ward's soft flesh with the bulbous phallus, Sherry's sex throbbed more and more, and grew wetter and wetter.

Sherry's breathing became labored and her heart raced as sweat dripped off of her face and youthful body. The strangely-shaped head stroked her several more times until it settled just over the entry to her fuck hole.

She watched Claire raise her ass off the floor slightly and, as she wiggled her hips, watched her slowly thrust forward and the cock disappeared between her legs.

Sherry clenched her eyes shut again at the sudden sensation of the strange feeling cock as it sunk deep inside. Claire watched in fascination, having never been on this side of a fuck before.

Her gaze fell upon Sherry's pussy lips as her penis slid inside the girl, and at how her pussy lips sunk in slightly around the phallus, until just the head had dipped in.

Aroused in a way Claire hadn't quite felt before, it took a surprising amount of will power to not start fucking immediately.

Sherry opened her eyes again when she felt the toy sink within her, her gaze between their legs. She saw that the strange toy still had only just dipped within her, and that most of it's delicious shaft was hanging out of her pussy.

Experimentally, she rocked her hips every so slightly as she squeezed her strong pussy muscles. The promise of fullness was enough to make her wet, but it was the knowledge that she was now almost joined with her beloved Claire that made her snatch shudder, her body twitch, and her heart flutter.

Eyes crossed and with a slightly fucked expression on her face, she replied, "I love you Claire Oh fuck I love you Claire I'm gonna scream I'm gonna scream an' cream an' all those zombies out there'll know that my Claire's fuckin' me an' it'll make 'em jealous The sudden fullness disappeared, only to reappear just as fast and hard.

It was amazing to watch Sherry's lips cave-in as her cock submerged within her, then nearly pull inside-out as it re-emerged with her wetness from her depths.

Flopped on her back, she realized that since the dick was fake that Claire couldn't feel how deeply or harshly she was fucking her.

She held back her tears as her fantasy slowly morphed into her nightmare. Eyes clenched shut, Claire drove her strap-on in and out of Sherry, exactly how she liked the be fucked.

She opened her slightly out of focus eyes and lovingly gazed as Sherry's pussy as the dildo disappeared and reappeared, enjoying the sight of the clear juices which coated all but the last inch of the toy dong.

Only in the far back of her mind did Claire think that there was something off about the erotic sight. Several minutes passed, and Claire felt her orgasm return start to peak.

She sped up her pace even more and banged Sherry as hard and as fast as she could. Sherry started to worry that when Claire came, and by the look on her face it was going to happen any minute now, that she might drive her cock past her cervix and ruin her womb by accident.

Sherry glanced to her left and right where Claire's legs lay beside her. Her tender feet were covered in her western boots still, but that left her knees bare.

She shot her hands out, grabbed her knees, and dug her nails into the nerve clusters under them.

It felt like someone had just dug barbed wire under her knees! She looked at the source of her pain and saw Sherry's fingers holding her in a death-drip.

What has gotten in Sherry, who had been enjoying every moment of their sexual romp earlier, now had a near-dead look in her barely open, rolled-back eyes In Voyeur Control, the sound of a flushing toilet echoed from somewhere.

The sound of sensible heels clacked on the hard metal floor as the owner of the manicured fingers returned to the observation terminal.

The fingers, which were about to get hot and wet again, suddenly stopped halfway down their trip under the console.

They paused, as though taking in the scene on the screens, then returned to the keyboard. Seconds later several other screens lit and ran a recording of what they'd missed, while the live feed continued.

I've raped her. I raped poor, sweet Sherry! Tears welled in her eyes as she realized the pain she had inflicted on her little lover.

Claire leaned down and took Sherry into her arms and hugged her tight. She stroked her hair, repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Several minutes passed and Claire continued to sob and mentally consider ways to commit suicide for what she did to sweet, innocent Sherry.

Sherry slowly raised her head, her eyes both slightly glazed and unfocused. She slowly wrapped her tired arms and hugged Claire back.

She turned her face towards Claire, briefly nibbled on her earlobe, and whispered, "I want more. Again in Voyeur Control, dainty fingers that HAD been curled in such a way as to mimic strangling a certain someone's neck, suddenly followed their owner in a face-fault out of their office chair.

Taken completely by surprise, Claire broke their hold and pushed Sherry's light body out to arms length. She stared into her swollen eyes, "You've got to be kidding me!

I mean Sherry leaned forward and placed her index finger onto Claire's lips, silencing her. That one kinda sucked for me. Claire's mind shut-down for several moments before rebooting.

Even with a torn hymen from however Sherry popped it, her pussy shouldn't have been able to take it so easily. How long has she been fucking to get THAT loose at her age?

Deciding to play along and not give voice to her chaotic thoughts, Claire giggled in reply, "Gladly, sweetie. Sherry straddled Claire's prone form and sunk to her knees over her thighs.

She grasped hold of the dick in both hands and rubbed it up and down for several strokes, getting a feel of its hardness.

She shuffled forward and pressed the head against the front of her mound. Sherry put one hand on Claire's stomach to balance herself and slowly, somewhat nervously, brushed the cock head across her clit several times and then to her entry.

She slowly lowered herself until she felt the nubby top prod against her dripping lips without slipping in. This will either hurt like fuck, or it'll rock!

Are you all right Sherry?!?!?? Speak to me! Just as Claire grabbed Sherry's ass to pull her off, Sherry lifted herself slowly off the dick until only the head was inside, then delicately plopped down.

Then again. Sherry opened her eyes slightly as her face broke out into a wide, panting smile. Com'on Claire, this is wonderful!

Fuck me!!! Just like I used to be! Who am I kidding Sherry easily timed her humps and hip rolls with Claire to help force the bumpy plastic dong inside as far as possible.

She flopped on top of Claire and snuggled her breasts, her hips never losing the steadily increasing pace. Claire slid one hand off Sherry's ass cheek to the base of her cock.

She felt around for a moment until she found the controls, then felt the controls for a moment to figure-out what did what.

She flicked the largest switch first, and her egg vibrator begun to hum against her moist folds. She flicked the second switch, and was pleasantly surprised to learn that it not only added extra vibration to her egg vibrator, but also caused the dick to vibrate as well.

Claire smiled down at Sherry and spanked her ass a few times. Curious, she flicked the second switch. Cherry stiffened for a couple of seconds, then re-doubled her efforts.

I love you Make what go faster? She took perverse pleasure at the well-fucked expression on her pretty little childish face.

I wanna Fuck me good I wan' ya I wan' ya to see me cum At this point both Claire and the owner of the manicured nails schlilck ing under the monitoring station in Voyeur Control were shocked at the things coming out of the little girl's mouth.

Shocked, and turned-on to no end. Claire cranked-up each of the switches on her cock. Describe what you feel, Baby. How it makes you feel. Between gasps and belches, Sherry slowly answered.

You're so deep My clit's throbbing, Claire! You're making An' my pussy's on fire I can't You're dick It's SPINNING, Claire!

Your cock is spinning It's like I feel so wet I'm your filthy Can you see me, Claire? Are you looking at me? You're makin' I don even I usu'ly ha Are you looking me in the eye Are you feeling my body?

You're making me shake I'm gonna be ruined Not gonna cum yet I'm not debased enough to cum yet My body You're making me a whore I'm sorry Ppplllltt Sorry I'm so nasty it's making Oh God I'm so embarrassed I couldn't Claire made a show of sniffing.

You're such a dirty girl, farting like that when we fuck. Claire suddenly felt the straps of her harness dig into her ass, and realized that Sherry's pussy muscles had clenched so strongly around her fake cock that it was trying to pull the entire contraption off her pelvis.

As soon as Sherry begun to scream Claire smashed her lover's face into her soft breast to muffle her.

The sudden pressure and heat of her ward's cry directly on her sensitive breasts was her own final straw.

Claire covered her mouth with her free hand and screamed as well as she came with Sherry.

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