Peter

Peter, 33, loved little girl panties, and big girl panties too. He had never been married, and had had only a couple of girl friends in his life. He had no girl friend now. Peter spent a lot of his time at the local nude dance club with two girls in particular, Jessie, 19, a small, petite, Hispanic girl, all of five feet tall and maybe 85 pounds, with just nubs for boobs, a real red hot chili, and Sammy, 20, a Vietnamese girl about the same size, or maybe a little smaller, who also loved sex.

He was very conservative in his life, other than with the girls, and had always saved his money, working as an engineer in the aerospace industry. His parents had too. Unfortunately they died in an auto crash a year or so ago, and left everything to their only child, himself, more than two million dollars. He spent thousands every week on the two girls, seeing them at the club and at his house. They were both very bi which he loved.

The girls knew they had more than a meal ticket and catered to his every whim, well, almost. They refused to move in with him, but that seemed OK with Peter. He had only asked once, and half-heartedly at that. Peter enjoyed his privacy. As much as he liked the girls, he didn't want them underfoot all the time, just when he wanted them.

Peter was only about five six or seven and had a slight build, so he felt more comfortable with small, petite little girls. He had non-descript dark hair and dark blue eyes. Peter would love to have, or be with, a preteen girl, Around nine or ten he thought would be the perfect age, but he would never approach one, and there were no girls that age or close to it as relatives.

He had joined a few of the preteen model sites on the Internet and downloaded hundreds of pictures, and ordered their videos too. Most were pretty tame, but still got him excited. One site was much wilder than the others. The model's name was Emmanuelle, only nine years old, a Eurasian, French and Vietnamese, and she actually had nude photos, and nude videos he bought. Peter loved Eurasians. He thought they were so beautiful, and little Emmanuelle certainly fit in that category. She had long dark hair that fell down on her chest in front, or in the back. Her legs were long and shapely for her 4'6" or so height, and 65-70 pound weight. Emmanuelle was slender, but athletic, her legs were firm from her dancing, and she was graceful too, he could tell from her videos. A perfectly delicious little girl!

Recently she and a girl friend, Gail, made videos and still picture sets together. Gail had a brief note about herself on the site, like a bio, She said was from an almost indeterminable ethnic background. Her mom and dad were each of different ethnic mixtures. Her skin was soft, smooth and a color between a dark and light tan, a beautiful light bronze color. Her eyes were jet black, sparkling, and she had long black slightly curly hair that almost reached her tight little butt in the rear. She said she had some hot Spanish blood in her, from her dad, together with Asian blood, Vietnamese, which gave her eyes just the hint of her Asian background, also Irish, Italian, and an eighth, or so, native American, Cherokee, together with an eighth Romanian Gypsy blood too. A wild combination, for sure.

Emmanuelle had a forum where people could post messages to her, and she'd answer them. A number of little girls wrote in asking advice on sex, and telling about their own sexual backgrounds, even about family sex. It was really wild.

Peter bought everything Emmanuelle had to sell, videos, eight by ten glossy photos, hundreds of them, joined her fan club, etc., as well as becoming a member of her Internet site. A a couple of weeks ago Peter got an email from Emmanuelle and her girl friend Gail saying they were offering selected members of the site their used panties for sale, real sexy ones for $100 each, pretty expensive, but where are you going to get used preteen girls' panties that haven't been washed? They said the used panties wouldn't be offered on the site at all. Peter ordered a pair from each girl, and was expecting them in the mail soon. He knew they would be his most prized panties of all. He had quite a collection from ordering through the mail, adult ones, and on ebay little preteen girls' ones a couple of times, but they were all washed and clean. He had a lot from Jessie and Sammy.

The manager of the nude club, the Ecstasy, knew there were some men who loved girls that looked even younger than legal age, in fact, looked close to a preteen in age. He hired both Jessie and Sammy for those men. He particularly liked it that their boobs were almost non-existent, and with their tiny bodies, slim hips, and shaved pussies, the guys could easily fantasize they were preteens, those that wanted to, and Peter was sure one of them.

It was Friday afternoon and Peter left work early, heading over to the Ecstasy. Both Jessie and Sammy worked days, which was nice for Peter, as they could see him at night when he'd usually be available. He liked to go to the club as well as see them in person at his house. He had perfect timing when he hit the club as Sammy and Jessie were doing a "double trouble" nude dance, a lesbian dance. The cops didn't seem all that bothered by what the dancers did on the stage, but from time to time they'd send in someone undercover to try to get sex in the back. The club offered nude couch dances in the back in private cubicles. Sometimes they did, and the girl was busted. Girls got cagey and would only let guys eat them if they knew him around the club for awhile. Usually they wouldn't fuck in the back, but they'd masturbate the guy, or give him a blow job.

The club had two stages connected by a runway, each surrounded by a circular bar where the customers could sit, both men and women, but mainly men. The bar was about a foot or so above the stage dance floor, so the girls cunts were above them. Often the girls would kneel on the bar and pretend to offer a guy their pussy to eat, putting it about an inch from his mouth while the girl caressed her clit in front of him. The rules were no contact so the guy couldn't kiss the offered pussy. The vast majority of the girls were shaved clean, some had a little hair at the top, left as decoration. There was a brass pole in the center of the small stage.

Jessie and Sammy made the double trouble dance their speciality and the guys loved it. They really ate each other out on the stage. As he entered, Peter saw that the club was only about a fourth filled, only a third filled at the seats next to the bar surrounding the stage. He sat down at an empty chair, and ordered his two drink minimum, bottled water. Nude clubs in California couldn't serve alcohol. The two dance double trouble show had just started.

The girls were dressed in tiny micro-skirts to begin with, showing off tiny see thru thong panties, and little see through vests for a top. Their outfits didn't match, but were similar. The girls french kissed standing as they felt each other up, rubbing each other's pussy. Then Jessie knelt down and took off Sammy's panties, and kissed her pussy, then pulled her little pussy lips apart and gave her several long licks. You could almost imagine they were two preteen girls, 11 or 12, in the subdued lighting of the club. Sammy returned the favor, taking off Jessie's panties, and kissing and licking her pussy. They each slipped out of their tops, and were completely nude. They embraced standing in a deep french kiss while finger fucking each other, then Jessie lay down, spreading her legs, and Sammy got between her legs and ate her out, then they reversed positions, and finally did a full 69. It was tremendously erotic to see the tiny girls with almost no boobs and fully shaved pussies really enjoying each other sexually.

Peter tipped them each $50 bucks for the show. Normally a tip for a girl on the stage was a dollar or two. The girls acknowledged his tip with brief hugs and a kiss on his cheek. He asked Jessie for a couch dance in the back. Sometimes he'd ask both girls back, but he wanted to do one at a time. He told Sammy he'd have her after four, five dances with Jessie. It was $50 for a dance, one song in the back, four minutes or so. The girl got $30 and the house, $20. Stay in the back for eight dances, maybe a half hour, and you're out $400, not counting any tip you might give the girl. Tips for the back room couch dances were not normally expected, unless she provided some special services.. Not cheap, but the girls were so pretty, and sexy.

The required routine was for the guy to lay on the couch. The girl got nude and lay on him, or sat on him, and ground away at his hard dick under his clothes, dry humping him. Rules were no touching or kissing, licking breasts or cunt, but you could touch, caress their legs, thighs, back, face, etc. And the girls were not supposed to touch your dick through their clothes with their hands, but could with their pussies. Some put the guys shirt up and sucked his nipples. A lot of girls offered the guys a breast to suck and lick, and some their cunts to kiss and lick, and their butts too, and many would masturbate the guy on the outside of his pants, a few inside his pants, and some would eat a guy too. A lot of the girls got very horny.

As Peter walked in a back, enclosed, private cubicle, and lay on the couch on his back, Jessie followed him in.

"I got some nice panties new tiny thong panties to wear for you, Peter. See?" Jessie said smiling, knowing Peter would love them. He sure was a panty lover. Most guys wanted her nude from the start. Peter always wanted her in tiny panties, and for most of the time too, licking, kissing her on the top of the panties.

Peter liked to eat the girls through their panties first, loved to have the girls put their panty covered, barely covered, cunts an inch from his face and tease him. He loved and adored a nude pussy just barely covered with tiny panties. He looked at the new panties Jessie held in her hand and took them in his hand. They were delicious looking and must be made for a very small girl, a preteen he was sure. Un-stretched the small black elastic cotton waist band was probably no more than five or six inches across. The front panel made of see through nylon, patterned light grey with different shades of grey champaign bubbles, was maybe four inches wide at the top to almost nothing at the bottom and no more than a half inch wide for the part that would go between a girl's butt cheeks on up to meet the waist band in the rear.

"They're great! Put them on, and get nude otherwise. They look like they were made for a preteen., Were they, Jessie?"

"I think so, for sexy little preteen girls, just like you like. Right, Peter?" Jessie teased in her slight Spanish accent.

"You look like a preteen yourself. That's why all the guys love you. I'm in love with your itty bitty little titties! So help me god, I adore them!"

"But I only love you, my darling, only you!" Jessie laughed in jest.

"Love my money, baby, that's what you love." Peter retorted.

"Money can buy my love, Honey, all of it!" Jessie continued laughing as she got nude and slipped the tiny thong panties on, then straddled Peter on his chest.

"See, Peter, I'm your little eight year old daughter who wants her little hairless pussy licked by her daddy. You want to lick it, don't you daddy?"

"You know that, Baby, you know that!"

Jessie leaned over first and they french kissed for a few minutes. Jessie knew he loved to french kiss, and she did too. She loved sex, all of it with both men and women. Then Jessie sat up and positioned her crotch right next to his mouth as he lay back against a pillow, his head at a 45 degree angle to the floor.

"This right for my little girl lover?" Jessie asked.

"Love to french kiss, and you're soooo good. You smell great. Hawaiian flowers? Ummm...perfect. I can see your little slit through the panties. It looks like a little girls, just a smooth little slit. The panties barely cover them." Peter said as he held Jessie by her tight little nude butt and pulled her pantie covered cunt even closer to his face until it was only an inch or two away.

It filled his whole vision, her flat stomach, her little puffy mound, her bare smooth upper thighs, her brown skin so soft and smooth as Peter rubbed his cheeks on it and brushed his lips against the skin of her stomach, her thighs. She was so delicious looking!

"You gonna tease me Peter, you naughty boy. You know I want you to kiss it, lick it."

Peter kissed her panty covered cunt, over and over, soft little kisses on her see through panties, feeling her slit against his lips, on the exposed skin right next to and all around them. What could be more beautiful than a hairless pussy in see through tiny panties. Nothing. He felt his medium size dick grow hard.

Jessie felt back with her hand, and found Peter's hard dick through his pants. She caressed his dick head, rubbing her thumb over the ridge of his dick head.

"Ah, Senor, you're hard! This little tigrito get you hard?"

"Yes, you hot little tamale, you always do. Did you get these little panties for me?"

"Of course. Well, maybe for my little sister, she's eight, perfect for you senor." Jessie laughed.

She liked to tease peter about his liking little girls. She didn't know whether he did or not, and didn't care. He liked the teasing and joked back with her.

"Your eight year old sister wears these panties?"

"Si!"

"After she wears them bring them to me, I want to smell and taste them, eat them, eat preteen cunt, delicious preteen cunt."

"Si, senor, after she gets them all wet with her juices, and soiled, and stinky. Just for you senor, I will do it, she will do it for you. Little Maria will be all turned on when she knows a gringo man wants her panties, all turned on!"

"Don't I wish!" Peter laughed in jest, or at least tried to laugh in jest.

He'd really like that. He wondered if Jessie had an eight year old sister. He continued kissing Jessie's pantie covered cunt, and then licking the material too, gently nibbling her pussy lips through the material. Jessie switched, turning around so her butt was in Peter's face and her head near his dick, and spread her legs wide. She undid his fly and pulled out his dick, masturbating his un-circumcised dick slowly as she licked the ridge on his dick head gently. She knew he liked it slow. Jessie pushed her butt back hoping he'd lick her rosebud, her anus. Her anus was so sensitive. Having it licked and sucked was such a turn on for the tiny girl.

For Peter the view was equally as good from the rear, seeing her tight little brown ass cheeks, and her anus, just a little bit covered with the string that ran from the lower front of the little triangle patch covering her twat up her butt crack to the string running around her lower hips where it attached. He lifted the string out of her butt crack and licked her anus, digging the tip of his tongue in deeply. Jessie began to wriggle as she was increasingly getting aroused. Peter kissed her pantie covered cunt from the rear, then pulled it away from her cunt, and licked her cunt proper, all along her now slightly parted slit. He put one finger against her slit and slowly worked its way inside her. She was wet and it slipped in easily. He finger fucked her for a few minutes, then took it out, and pulled her cunt against his mouth and began licking her little clit.

"Finally, Senor, finally!" Jessie said in relief.

She loved to be eaten, and usually got off fast. Peter knew just how she liked to be eaten, have her clit sucked hard, and flicked at the same time, then work on her butt, her little rosebud, licking and sucking. She didn't think he'd want to get off as he was going to see Sammy after her. She continued to lick him slowly as he licked her anus, then moved to her little clit, and flicked it rapidly trying to get her off. Soon she got off, trying to stifle her typically loud moans.

"Ohhh...that was so nice, big boy. So nice. Want to get off?"

"No...Thanks. How many dances is that?"

"Six, I think."

"Ok. I'll see Sammy now. Ahh...you going to give your panties to your little sister to wear?"

"No, you can have them. I have another pair to give her. I'll bring them in for you, or see you at your house and give them to you when she's worn them." Jessie lied. She had no little sister.

"OK, good. I wanted to take them with me. They're so sexy!"

"They're for you, Senor Peter, for you." Jessie said as the song ended and she got up and put her little outfit on to go out to the front.

He gave Jessie $400, which included a $100 tip which was his usual minimum tip for either Jessie or Sammy. Peter put the panties in his pocket and walked out to the main part of the club and took his seat again at the stage. Jessie went in the back to clean her pussy. He looked around but Sammy wasn't there. She was giving someone a couch dance in the back. He watched a couple of dancers who weren't nearly as attractive as either Sammy or Jessie and was getting bored. He asked the manager if he thought Sammy would be out soon. He said she was with one of the Asian regulars, a wealthy older Chinese guy who often kept Sammy for 20-25 dances. He wasn't going to wait, so he left for home. He wanted to masturbate in the panties anyway.

When he got home he had a treat. The used panties and video he ordered from Emmanuelle had come in the mail. Oh what a treat this was going to be! She had a handwritten note in a little girl's handwriting, in pink on feminine little girl type stationary with little cuddly bears on it that said:

"Dear Peter, My used panties are enclosed, and my girlfriend's too, Gail's. We know they're expensive, but Gail and I had a little jilling party just for you. After we licked each other, and got real wet, we stuffed the little panties in our sweet nine year old virgin, preteen pussies just for you, getting them all wet with our girljuices. I bet you can still taste us both! Also enclosed is the school girl video of us both you ordered. Enjoy! Love, Emmanuelle and Gail"

The "Gail" signature was in a different hand, and he assumed it was Gail's signature. He never expected anything so sexy. Each panty was sealed tightly in a small plastic bag, and was still damp. Ohhheeeeeee! He smelled each deeply smelling a fresh girl scent, a little girl scent, even though he had never smelled that before, it was unmistakable. There was also a hint of flowers too, Asian flowers. It was so delicious he couldn't stop breathing it in deeply. One, Emmanuelle's, looked almost identical to the ones Jessie was wearing, with the see through gray material, the little triangle patch to barely cover a little girl's cunt. And with small champaign bubbles on it in a darker grey color. Gail's were pink in the same see through thong style.

He got nude and lay on his bed, slowly masturbating as he licked each pair of panties in return, licked and licked them trying to get their little girl taste. Then he put them in his mouth and slowly, gently, chewed them to try to get the juices in the material into his mouth so he could taste them. He could! The same sweet little girl taste as he smelled. How sweet their little girl sexual juices were. Oh, he needed to eat a little girl, just eat her up!

He took Jessie's panties to bed with him too and wrapped them around his dick, sliding the material up and down on the ridge of his dick head, as with the other hand he held the preteens' panties against his face, smelling deeply of their girl scent, and licking and chewing on them to get their girl taste. He fantasized each little girl in turn sitting on his face with the little panties on as he kissed the panties, and licked them on their preteen pussies feeling their little girl slits under his tongue. Suddenly he had a huge orgasm, pumping his load into Jessie's little panties which couldn't hold it all as it leaked down his thighs and onto his sheets.

Wow! Was he turned on or what? Next he slipped the schoolgirl video of the two preteen girls in the VCR at the foot of his bed and watched the girls, dressed like Catholic schoolgirls in ultra short little plaid skirts, white thigh highs and white blouses pretend they were in school, sitting in school chairs, spreading their legs so he could get great panty shots of them in the very same panties they sent him, or ones just like them. Then the girls fooled around, kissing each other, hugging, taking off and putting on each other's white thigh highs. It was so erotic, even though there were no nude shots. He masturbated again as he did before, in the now wet and cum filled panties of Jessie. He didn't want to do it just yet with the little girls' panties as he wanted to save them to smell and taste.

As Peter lay there still tremendously turned on he wondered what it would take to get together with the little girls. They were doing this for money, obviously. They had to have their parents approval. He had plenty of money, still nearly two million. It was all in T bills, readily available cash, although not earning much money, he wasn't losing much either. And that was so important, the country just now trying to come out of a near depression. He could offer them a lot of money to be with them. How much? Five thousand, ten thousand? Hell, he'd pay a lot more than that for an afternoon, evening with the little darlings. Maybe just tell them he'd pay a lot, no, pay anything. That's it. They didn't know how much money he had, thank God, or he'd be at their mercy, their parents mercy. Peter had read somewhere that in negotiating a financial deal the first side to mention a specific sum of money loses. Well, he wouldn't mention a sum. Let them come back with a dollar amount. Keep the email simple. Yeah!

Peter went to his computer and sent the following email to Emmanuelle:

"Dear Emmanuelle and Gail, I'm so excited! I could still taste you both! So fresh and sweet!!!! Thanks for the schoolgirl video! Your tiny panties drive me crazy, both the real ones, and the ones on you both in the video! I'd pay anything to be in a video with you both, maybe like you dance at a nude dance club, give couch dances to me in your tiny panties? Yes, I'd pay anything! Love, Peter."

That ought to do it, he thought. They got to come back with a figure, they got to.

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Emmanuelle

It'd been more than a month since Emmanuelle had first gotten together with Gail, also age nine, and her sexy mom, Raquel, and they all had sex together with her mom and dad, Mai and Alain. Her dad had fucked her then for the very first time, but although Gail wanted to be fucked by Emmanuelle's dad, and her mom, Raquel, said it was OK, Alain didn't do it. Her dad had fucked her a few times since then, but not regularly as she wanted, and always with her mom with them. She thought her dad didn't want to get to fucking her more than he did his wife, her mom. Emmanuelle knew some men adored little girl sex, even more than with an adult women, but she didn't know just where her dad, Alain, fit into that scene. She guessed he sexually wanted Raquel, her mom, his wife, more than he wanted her.

She and Gail made some videos together and did some still photo shoots together too, and put them on her web site. They were very popular. Her dad paid Gail for it, a percentage of what they took in for sales, and memberships in the site. Usually they'd fool around when they got together, as both the little girls really loved sex, loved licking each other and kissing and getting off. The moms joined in and her dad, Alain, would eat them all, and the females him too, but he didn't fuck either Gail or herself in those sessions.

It was Raquel, Gail's mom, that came up with the idea of selling their used panties. Raquel had a web cam site, from her, Raquel's home, part of a large site, and masturbated on it for the members, having the web cams turned on 4-5 hours a day. A number of the guys asked to buy her used panties and she sold them for $25 each. Raquel thought there would be a good market for members of Emmanuelle's preteen model site for the little girls' used panties. As far as any of them knew none of the other little girls with preteen model sites did that. Alain didn't want to just offer them on the site, so they sent emails to regular customers who had bought at least two videos, and some large glossy photos too soliciting them to buy the panties. Raquel suggested a $100 per pantie, saying guys couldn't get them anywhere else and would pay them that much. The response was good.

The girls wore each of the panties sold for awhile, and at least masturbated with them on getting them damp with their juices by jamming the little panties in their sweet cunts when they were wet with sexual excitement. They girls did it together when they had a photo or video shoot too. As soon as the little panties were damp with their juices they sealed them tight in a small plastic bag to keep them damp, and mailed them out with a sexy hand written note. They had only been doing it for a couple of weeks but had sold 30 pairs of panties, for $3,000, with very little cost involved for them.

Early Friday evening Emmanuelle was going through her email, and the forum posts, with her dad sitting nearby to help her answer any and help with the forum answers and posts. She got to Peter's email to her, that had been sent just a few minutes earlier. She wondered how much Peter would pay and if Gail would do it and whether her parents and Gail's mom, Raquel would permit it. They had never been with a customer of the site, never even met one.

"Dad, you know that Peter guy, the one who's bought all our videos and all our pictures, and bought two pairs of panties, one from me and one of Gail's too?"

"Yeah, I remember him. Good customer. Lives close by too. Did he get the panties. We sent them out a few days ago?"

"Yeah, he got em. Loves em, and the panties Gail and I were wearing in the schoolgirl video we sent him too together with the panties."

"Good! Another satisfied customer."

"Yeah. He wants more. He wants to be in a video with us, like a nude dance club and have Gail and me give him a couch dance dressed in our little panties, whatever a couch dance is. He says he'll pay anything to do it, anything. He says it twice. How much you think he'd pay? Can we do it dad?"

"Print out the email from Peter. Let me see it."

Emmanuelle printed out the email and gave it to her dad.

"What's a couch dance, dad?"

"In the nude dance clubs the girls dance nude for the guys, and some girls too, up close and personal. Then some clubs have cubicles in the back, private places, with a couch in them. The guy lays on the couch, the girl gets nude and lays on him, and dry humps him. Dry humping means his dick is in his pants and doesn't touch the girl's pussy. No touching or licking or kissing is supposed to go on, but a very horny guy and a nude girl who wants to make money, alone together, well, I imagine a lot of sex goes on."

"That's sounds like fun, dad. Gail and I could do that."

"Yeah, you're right. He does say it twice, he'd pay anything. He's been one of our best customers, if not the best. He's bought everything we have for sale, all of it, and been a member for awhile. He writes to you a lot, doesn't he?"

"A lot. He talks about my panties all the time. I think he really loves little girls' panties."

"Yeah. And now we've sold him some of yours and Gail's used panties, he must be in pantie heaven, but he wants more. Of course. I'm sure he's legit, not a cop. We've never even met a customer before. We've had serious talks about what would happen if anyone knows we have sex with you, your mom and I having sex with you and Gail, what would happen to us. Prison, family torn apart. You know. Now with a stranger? I don't know. And Raquel? Gail's mom. Would she allow it? And your mom too, Mai."

"What if he paid a zillion dollars dad? Just to have some fun with us for a few hours."

"He won't pay a zillion dollars, but that's a good point. Let's see if he really will pay a lot. Ahh...write him back and say you might think about it if it's at least $25,000 cash. Don't promise him anything."

"Ok dad." Emmanuelle said then worked on composing a return email.

"How's this, dad. Dear Peter. That sounds like fun! But, you know. Maybe I'll think about it if it's at least $25,000 cash for a an hour only. No promise, but I'll think about it. Love, Emmanuelle."

"That's good. Send it."

Peter had stayed on the Internet for awhile after sending the email looking at pics of little girls in the various newsgroups, well, what was left of slim pickings now, not like it was only a few years ag. He checked his email before he signed off. He really didn't expect Emmanuelle to reply, but you never know. He was shocked and delighted to get her return email so quickly.

His reply: "Dear Emmanuelle, I'm delighted! How's $30,000 cash for an hour with you two girls, Gail and yourself, and, of course, I know maybe your parents, or Gail's parents will be there too, or in the next room. I'm a real nice guy, gentle, loving, no rough stuff at all. Why don't you and your parents call me at, and he gave his phone number. It's a cell phone and I have it with me most of the time. Can't wait to hear from you. I'm available this weekend, Saturday and Sunday, anytime. Love, Peter."

Emmanuelle got the return email less that ten minutes after she sent hers.

"Dad! He'll pay us $30,000 for just an hour with us. That's a whole lot of money, isn't it?"

"Sure is Honey. Good start on your college fund. Print it out."

Emmanuelle did and Alain read the email carefully. He thought this guy must be wealthy. This could be the start of some big bucks, and even bigger trouble. Was it worth the risk? Gotta talk to my wife, Mai, and to Raquel, Gail's mother, and Gail too, of course. Wouldn't want to do it unless she wanted to.

"Email him back. Tell him we're thinking about it, and will let him know by email or a phone call by Saturday."

"OK." Emmanuelle said. She composed the email. Alain made a few changes and sent it off.

Mai had been out shopping and returned about fifteen minutes after all this happened. Alain told her all about it with Emmanuelle present. They discussed it. It was a great deal of money with obviously the potential for much more. They decided if Raquel and Gail were game for it, they'd at least meet Peter in a coffee shop to see if it was for real and without the little girls with them. Get his money up front. A guy with a lot of money. Whew! Those guys know people. People you never want to meet. Got to be absolutely sure he knows we are not out to rip him off. This cou;d be very dangerous. What if he's a creep? Maybe we should forget it.

They called Raquel and Gail with Emmanuelle on the line too. Raquel and Gail were very enthusiastic about it, especially Raquel. Raquel had been in the sex trade for a long time, including making soft porn pictures, her current web cam gig, and with her parents earlier who made porno pictures and had a porno shop, It was a natural for her, well, for her daughter who showed every sign of taking after her. Girls in her line of work always dreamed about the big score, well here was one it looked like, can't let him get away. They agreed to split the money, $15,000 each.

Raquel suggested they not let Peter fuck either of the girls, give him something more to pay for if he wanted more.

"Maybe you can fuck me, Alain. I'm still a virgin, you know. Mom says it's OK. Maybe if Peter sees that, sees you fucking me, he'll want to do it too, and fuck Emmanuelle too, but he'll have to pay more money." Gail said.

"I...ah...I don't know about that." Alain said.

"It's OK Alain. I'd much rather see you fuck Gail first, rather than anyone else." Racquel said.

"It's OK with me too." Mai, Alain's wife consented.

"I'd really like to see my dad fuck you Gail. That would be so sexy! Having my dad's dick in me feels so good! I can't begin to tell you." Emmanuelle exclaimed.

"We'll see, we'll see how it goes." Alain answered. I can put some low tables in the studio you girls can dance on, maybe just a coffee table. We already have the couch. We ought to be all set. Now you girls will stay at the house. We'll meet Peter, get his money, and make sure everything is OK first."

They all agreed. Alain and Mai made a conference call to Peter, and everyone was on the line. Peter was overjoyed, and agreed to everything quickly, including no fucking of the girls, but everything else. He'd meet them at the same coffee shop that Raquel and Gail had first met them at. Just Alain, his wife, Mai, and Raquel, Gail's mother. They'd get the money in a couple of plain envelopes, mostly 50s, some 100s and 20s, used bills. Mai would take it out to the car and count it and hide it in the car. That was all they could think of. Then Peter would follow them to the house. They'd do it the next day, Saturday around noon.

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Peter, Emmanuelle And Gail, Together With Alain, Mai And Raquel

Peter easily got the money Saturday morning at the bank. They filled out a federal government form as the cash was over $10,000. He wasn't really worried much about it. He could easily prove his money was legitimate, and just tell them it was for a Vegas gambling trip if they ever asked. He was worried, of course. This was so illegal. Little girls, preteens and sex. Sure, he'd have terrible problems if he got caught, but probably worse for the parents. They had to be legit, having the site, selling him videos, and now the panties. Much too elaborate for the cops, he thought, Geez, he even talked to the little girls on the phone and they seemed anxious to meet him, and they were little girls he was sure. Cops wouldn't use little girls, would they? Old money bags himself, well not so old. Why wouldn't they be anxious to meet him.

They met at the appointed time and everything went as smoothly as it could considering everyone was nervous as hell, except Raquel. With her long experience she knew with a near certainty as soon as she met Peter he was legit, not a cop. He was too nervous to begin with and had that hungry sex starved look she had seen all too many times, on too many male faces. Yep, he wanted a little girl, all right. Peter was intrigued that the two mothers were small and petite, just like his "girlfriends", Jessie and Sammy, and that Mai was Asian, Vietnamese.

Mai took the two fat large envelopes to the car and counted the money carefully. It was all there all right, and in used bills. Her hands shook a little. She had never seen that much money before. She put it under a floor mat. When she went back in to the coffee shop she just nodded to her husband and Raquel.

They came back to the house, with Peter following in his own car. They went into the studio and the little preteen girls greeted him. They were sitting in the two captain chairs with their legs crossed in very short skirts so he could see part of their little panties. He immediately started getting a hard on. His heart was beating like mad. He was sre his hands were shaking. The little girls were so damn sexy! Peter walked to each girl in turn and hugged her, marveling at how small they really were, and kissed each on the cheek. They hugged him back warmly. He loved how their little bodies felt!

Peter was having a hard time keeping calm. The little girls had dressed in their Catholic school girl outfits, the ones he saw in the video just last night, the one he masturbated to. It was like a dream come true. The girls looked almost like twins dressed in very short little light blue plaid pleated skirts, that just came down a few inches below their crotches, and white thigh high stockings ending high on their slim shapely thighs just an inch or two below the hem of the skirt. They wore white, translucent blouses, and he could just barely make out their little nipples underneath. Both girls were flat with maybe just a hint of breast development. On the left side of the blouses was a logo for St. Catherine's Catholic Girls' School in maroon, and a maroon Christian cross. The little girls dressed for sex with a cross on their blouse. Wow! Somehow that made it even better, evil, and he guessed it was evil, or was it? Hey, the girls were very sexy. They'd have a good time, he hoped, and the parents were right there with all of us, and they're getting a lot of money. What's so wrong with that? It's society that's fucked, Peter tried to convince himself.

"You liked our little panties, the ones we sent you?" Emmanuelle asked.

"I loved them! They were so sweet and smelled so good. Both of them, yours Emmanuelle, and yours too, Gail. Did you...ah really have a jilling party and lick each other?" He asked breathlessly.

"Sure, just for you, Peter." Emmanuelle said provocatively as she smiled at him, batting her eyes.

Oh what delightful girls, Peter thought, delicious girls!

Alain got behind the video camera already set up on a tripod and turned on some bright lighting. He was going to video this all right. Not sure what he'd do with it, but it should give him some protection from Peter should things go terribly wrong down the road. Well, some protection anyway.

"Peter, we'll video it and give you a copy of the tapes."

"Ahh...Ok...I did ask to be in a video with the girls, and would love to have it. But no one else. All right?"

"No, no one else. You don't have to sign a model release, or anything. It'll just be for us. Now you can't show it to anyone either."

"Don't worry about that. No way."

Mai and Raquel stood off to the side watching what was going on carefully. They both thought the girls could probably handle things OK, together with Alain. They had each worn short sexy skirts themselves.

"We don't exactly have a nude dance club here, Peter, but we have a couch, and we put a long coffee table in front of it. The girls can dance on that. OK?"

"Just great, just great!" Peter said as he sat down in the middle of the couch.

Mai put a slow dance CD they had chosen earlier on the CD player and turned it on. The girls got on the coffee table and danced slowly in front of Peter. He pulled himself up and sat on the edge of the couch, looking up at the girls. They took turns dancing slowly right in front of him, looking down at him and smiling. It was Gail first. Peter reached up and ran his hands all along her legs, then on her bare butt in the back, lifting her skirt a little so he could see her panties. She was wearing a little pair of thong panties like the ones they sent him, but this time they were a light blue with the same champagne bubbles in a darker color blue as decorations, sort of matching their light blue plaid skirts, but with the same small translucent triangle patch that covered the little girl's hairless cunt. He could see her little slit, and just barely a little nub of her clit too. She looked so delicious! Peter loved her panties. He was all into the little girls, now fully excited and wasn't paying any attention to Alain, Mai or Raquel.

"You like our panties, don't you, Peter?" Gail asked smiling down at him as he rubbed her legs and butt. He had gentle hands and it felt nice.

"Love them, love you! You're so pretty, so sexy!"

"Want to kiss them, kiss my panties" Gail asked teasingly.

"God, yes!" Peter said as he brought Gail forward and tilted his head up to get his lips on her crotch.

He kissed her panty covered little girl cunt softly, sweetly, breathing deeply of her little girl scent, with just the hint of some kind of Asian flowers, a sweet wonderfully erotic smell. He felt her slit with his lips through her panties, and licked it softly.

"Umm...you're so gentle, Peter."

"You're a little flower, Sweety, a little delicate flower. You turn me on so much I can't believe it."

Gail laughed. "Good! I want to. I like what you're doing."

"Kiss me like that, Peter." Emmanuelle said.

"Oh, God! God, YES! YES!" Peter gurgled.

Peter did the same to Emmanuelle too. The girls were dressed identically. Her little girl cunt somehow seemed a little bigger, more of a pronounced mound, and a longer slit than Gail's although the girls weren't that much different in size. He just loved feeling Emmanuelle's legs, her bare butt and kissing her panty covered cunt, her upper bare thighs. He marveled at just how small she was but so incredibly erotic. Little girls were made for sex. Go did it, didn't He?

"Feels good, doesn't it, Emmanuelle." Gail asked as she kissed her girlfriend on the lips.

Emmanuelle returned the kiss with passion. She was getting turned on. They french kissed as Peter continued kissing and licking Emmanuelle all around her cunt.

Peter was even more turned on seeing the little girls french kissing, So were Raquel and Mai and they started kissing. Alain had a hard on and started to rub it through his pants.

"Turn around, Honey, I want to kiss your butt."

"I like having my butt kissed, licked, like it a lot...Peter." Emmanuelle said as she turned around .

Peter, feeling encouraged now spread her tight little butt cheeks and licked her anus. Jeez! He thought. Even her rosebud is sweet. So small and dainty. Luscious!

"Yes, lick it." Emmanuelle encouraged him, then returned to french kissing Gail, and feeling her cunt up on top of her panties, as Gail was feeling her up too.

Peter ate her butt some more, licking and licking, and trying to get the tip of his tongue in as deep as he could. It was simply amazing. He knew he'd die for this. Die for sex with little girls like these. They really liked him sexually. It's a miracle, a miracle!

"Let me lay on the couch and you girls take turns sitting on my face. OK?"

"Sure," Gail said.

Peter lay on the couch, and Gail knelt on either side of his face, and smiled as she looked down on him.

"Let me take off your stockings." Peter said as he took off first one, then the other, carefully rolling each down.

"Now, just lower yourself, let the little skirt free, it'll cover my face and all I'll see is your delicious panty covered preteen cunt. That's it. Perfect!" Peter said as Gail did as she was asked lowering her cunt to his lips, and letting the little skirt fall free.

All Peter could now see was her panty covered crotch, and the light blue of her skirt, and her soft slightly brown smooth preteen girl skin. He was in heaven, this must be heaven, he thought. He rubbed his cheek and lips against her smooth skin, licked, it smelled it deeply. Oh, did he love her flesh! He licked and kissed her panties, then pulled them away so he could lick her pussy properly. Oh my God! A preteen pussy to lick, so small, hairless and smooth. He licked her small slit up and down up and down, over and over. And the beautiful preteen girl was fucking his mouth gently with her crotch, with her pussy. YES, HEAVEN!

"That's so nice, Peter. I love how you lick me." Gail murmured, getting really turned on now.

Peter could feel Emmanuelle undoing his belt, then unzipping his fly and pulling his dick out. She started masturbating him slowly, and licking his dick head with her tiny tongue. It felt divine!

"You like it like this?" Emmanuelle asked.

"Divine, wonderful!" Peter managed to say.

He continued licking Gail's sweet little preteen pussy, spreading her tiny pussy lips wide, licking every inch of her pink inner lips, then her tiny clit, sucking it all in his mouth and savoring it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, then licking it all around and up and down. He could tell that the little girl was getting very excited. He stopped licking her for a minute and got two fingers in her small, but now wet, cunt. He curled up his middle finger and searched for her G spot. He could tell by her reaction when he had found it. He massaged it all around and erotically.

"Feel good, Baby, feel good?" Peter whispered horsely.

"Oh, yes, real good." Gail murmured.

"I want you to cum Baby, for me, for Peter." He said as he was close to cumming himself with Emmanuelle's licking of him.

He returned to his licking of her clit, while still massaging her G spot with his hand. From that angle his hand was nearly cramping but he kept it up, and again sucked the little girl's clit all in his mouth and flicked her tiny clit rapidly with the tip of his tongue, holding the little panties away from her cunt.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Gail moaned as her orgasm overcame her and she humped Peter's face hard, over and over. Finally her orgasm subsided and Peter licked her ever so softly knowing her clit would be sensitive. He had no idea a little preteen girl could cum like that. Her preteen sexual juices wet his faced and smelled and tasted divine, virginal, sweet as honey. Oh, JEEZEZ!

"Wow, Baby! That was something else. You cum like that all the time."

"Yes! I love to have a cum, love it, specially when I'm licked."

"Oh, my, my, my, you are sure some hot little girl. I just loved eating you, loved it. And now, you, Emmanuelle, my precious. " Peter said as Gail got off him. "Here, lie on the couch, I'll get between your legs."

Peter quickly slipped out his clothes, as Emmanuelle lay back on the couch, spreading her legs wide for Peter, smiling at him in anticipation. He pushed her little slender, gorgeous legs up one at a time and took off her white thigh highs, taking his time and kissing her legs all over, brushing his face and lips over her smooth, soft preteen girl skin. He had never felt skin so soft before. Emmanuelle started breathing deeply getting very aroused. Then once her stockings were off he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, then lingered there loving her soft tiny yielding lips, the lips of a mere girl-child. He gingerely put his tongue in the child's mouth, licking her tongue, the sides of her mouth, then digging his tongue as deep as he could in her small mouth. Could anything in this world be more luscious than a preteen girl? He licked her lips, and she in turn licked his. Then they touched tongues, licked each other's tongue, and soon explored each other's mouths with their tongues. Peter was more excited than he thought he had ever been before.

"Ummm...Ummm...I love to kiss." Emmanuelle moaned.

God, she loves it with me, loves sex with me! Peter got between her legs, holding them up so he could have full access to her butt and cunt. He licked and nibbled her through her panties, kissed them all over, and all her bare shin too. He could feel she was getting moist through her panties. Then he licked her little anus again, tried to suck it, spit in her anus, and licked it all out. Emmanuelle really seemed to love that. Finally, almost reluctantly, he slowly took off her panties, spread her little cunt wide with his fingers and licked her little slit as deeply as he could, sticking the tip of his tongue deep in the tiny opening, all pink and moist. Emmanuelle wriggled in her pleasure and moaned softly.

Peter put his middle finger in her, getting it in deep and finger fucking her, in and out, in and out. She was very wet, and it slid in easily, then he used two fingers on her, and they went in just as easily, He was sure he wouldn't have any trouble fucking the hot little preteen. He found her G spot and massaged it, then at the same time he sucked her little clit in his mouth, and flicked it back and forth, then released his sucking and just barely teased it with the tip of his tongue. His saliva had made it almost float on his tongue. Little Emmanuelle was getting very, very excited. He wanted to fuck her bad, in the worst way. He lifted himself off her, kneeling between her legs, taking his fingers out of her cunt, he licked them, looking deep into her warm lusty eyes, looking deep into his. He held his dick in his hands slowly masturbating. Yes, he'd do it. Fuck her!

"You want to fuck me?" Emmanuelle asked as sexily as she could. She knew her dad's plan.

"Oh, God! Do I." Peter said as he held his raging hard dick in his hand and guided it towards the spread, moist and glistening preteen cunt, pink and beckoning to him, wanting to be fucked he was sure. It touched her cunt entrance.

Suddenly in a loud sharp voice Alain said. "No fucking! She's a virgin." He lied. "That'll cost you $50,000 to fuck my virgin preteen daughter."

"What...wha.." Peter stammered, shocked out of his reverie.

"You heard me. Our deal today didn't include fucking the little girls."

"OK. Ok."

"Oh, Peter, I want you to be the first, you!" Emmanuelle said pleadingly, getting into the act.

"Oh, Honey I want to."

"The $50,000 include Gail?"

Alain glanced at Raquel quickly. She was opening and closing her hand, flashing him five fingers over and over. He got it.

"Of course not, that's another $50,000. For a $100,000 you can fuck two hot virgin preteens. What do you say?"

Peter didn't hesitate long. He knew the little girls were hot, would love to fuck. His dick wasn't that big. He could fuck them easily without hurting them, he was sure. He'd love to fuck the little girls, both of them. He could afford it. Never, ever have a chance like this again.

"Sure, $100,000. Only go around once in life. When?"

"When can you get the money?"

"Well, I want to take it out of a couple of banks. Couple of days, I guess. Next week."

"Next Saturday, same time and place."

"Yeah, that'll be fine."

"Small bills this time, mostly, say $80,000 in used 20s and $20,000 in used 50s. Times almost up. Let the little girls lick you, get you off."

"Yeah, yeah," Peter said as the magic was wearing off.

"Goody!" Emmanuelle squealed at the same time as Gail and Raquel.

The End: "Emmanuelle, Preteen Internet Model - Part 3"