The Safe House, Chapter 5
The crèche continued to grow, and had become a highly sought after place for young ladies who wished to learn, and to experience the joy of being with girls their own age. The fact that no boys were allowed had raised the ire of a couple of councillors, but that had blown over and Anne had put a limit on the places available. Running it was not cheap, and neither were the fees, but that did not stop the applications. Six months on and twenty six children enrolled, three of them living with her, as well as Amber, now her confidant, lover and helper.
Eva was in charge of extracurricular activities, and some of her network of discreet and trusted friends had subscribed to this unique service. She herself had no need of it now, not after Cecile, her daughter, had found the role of Lolita to her mother to be just what she wanted.
Cecile had really loved her father, but with him no longer coming to see her, all her love was given to her mother - and if her mother wanted her to eat her pussy, watch her play with herself, or get into some rather unusual positions, she didn't mind, not one bit. She also loved the hot feelings she got when her mother sucked and played with her vagina. She knew it was called sex, but thought it was a game between them - and aunty Anne, Amber, and the other girls. She joined in all their games like that, and had them laughing when she made them dance with her. And she was proud of her pubes - bigger than any of the other girls at ballet, and none of them had a little tongue poking through the folds like her.
When Eva had rung to say that a friend had requested a showing - the code for a little girl tryst - Anne had agreed because she not only knew Eva's judgement was spot on, but that her continued support of the crèche was very valuable. Anyone else would have made the whole idea impossible, but the thought of bringing other like-minded women into their circle was good - there were no outlets for most Lolita loving lesbians, and the main lesbian scene was something most of them shied away from.
The three girls, Carole, Cate and Cecile had been joined by Esther the actress, even though Anne was not sure it was the right thing to do. Four-year-olds can be far from discreet, and she was a day girl, but a talk with her mother had convinced her that anything about her 'other activities' would be disbelieved, just as most of the things she said were. Esther had let Amber kiss her cunnie, and had tried to join Carole and Cate as they kissed each other, and she'd been thrilled when asked if she'd like to join the other special girls for the chance of going out with someone else for some unusual games.
They were together, as usual, when Anne told them they had another special visitor. There were nods, a yell of delight from Cate and Esther, but no hooplas of excitement from the other two. Carole had already been on two 'excursions', so it was a bit less exciting now, and Carole realised she preferred to just be with her mother
Cate had been very upset that she had not been chosen, but that, she'd been told, was the rule - it was the lady's choice. Her turn would come, but she wanted to be the centre of attention straight away. Now, she thought, it had better be her, or she'd be very angry. Her father had turned up a few weeks ago, telling her that her mother was very ill in hospital, and that the baby had died at birth. Would she mind staying at the crèche for a while longer? She'd assured him she loved it there, and was sad about her mum, because she had missed her very much, but she thought she could easily get used to living here. The girls were nice, Anne was lovely, and Eva was beautiful. And her father had liked Anne, and had given her a lot of money toward her stay.
"This is our new friend Evelyn, girls. She's got a special treat for one of you."
The lady that Anne introduced was tall, with long, tanned legs, a bust that looked as though it was going to pop out of her bra at any minute, tight black curls and bright red lips. She was wearing some tiny bright yellow shorts and a halter top of the same material, and she was so beautiful that there was an instant gasp from them all.
All, that is except Cate. Her exclamation was, "Aunty Evelyn, what are you doing here?"
Aunty Evelyn looked at her niece in astonishment, also very surprised to see her there, and almost got a word out before a cheerful voice said, "There's a lady here who - " Amber had entered without knocking, stopping in mid-sentence when she saw another lady in the room. "Um - "
"This is your aunty?" Carole was astounded.
Cate nodded her head slowly, mouth open, a dumbfounded kid if there ever was one.
Anne was also perplexed, but not fazed. "Evelyn, did Eva tell you to come here?"
"Ahh. Sorry, I thought you were our visitor. You called because -?"
"I wanted to enrol my daughter." A slight frown, but no worry. "Is this The Safe House? I've hear lots of good things about it, and so - "
"Yes, that's right, it is. Let me take - "
" - Can I see your boobies?"
All eyes turned to Esther, the girl most likely to succeed at embarrassment.
More silence, this time somewhat stunned. Anne, glaring at the offender, smiled at the visitor and said, "Sorry. Little girls, you know what they're like."
But Evelyn was not upset. Not even embarrassed, for she reached behind her and undid the bow holding her top in place. "You mean these?" Her bra followed the top to the floor. "D'you like them?"
"Wow!" Carole couldn't help herself. They were the most beautiful boobs she'd ever seen. Firm, big and pointy, they had an overall tan, enormous areoles, and long nipples she wanted to play with, and she felt her tummy tingle.
"Aunty Evelyn!" Cate's cry was strangled and horrified.
Aunty turned to her niece and smiled. "What's wrong, Cate? Never seen boobs before?"
She could only nod her head. "But - but not with others there."
Amber, in the meantime, had quietly slipped out the door and back to reception. Now she could be heard at the door again, saying, "No, sorry you can't go in, they're not - "
" - But I want to see my girl. I've been waiting so long for this, and now it's here - well," and the door was pushed open and in stepped another woman, tall, imperious looking, with dark short hair, loads of makeup, jewellery, and wearing a business suit of dark grey wool.
She was stopped in her tracks by the sight of another woman, bare from the waist up, younger, more attractive and glamorous than she was.
It gave Amber time to say, "Oh, Mrs. Benda. I said they weren't ready - " She began to wring her hands, having been wayward in her duties, remembering the punishment she had received as a child for such mistakes.
But Mrs. Benda was not listening. "Eva," she said loudly, looking around, "arranged all this weeks ago, for today. I do not understand why you are not ready. I have paid, I am ready to select, and my house has been made ready. You must be Anne?" She looked at the older woman, who was now beginning to bristle.
"Yes I am. I take it you are Trudi?"
A nod. "Then you will know this is by invitation only, it is a very special part of our operation, and involves very young girls. So now I would like you to apologise to my assistant, Amber, to these girls, and to me. You must respect our ideas and procedures."
Silence. Then, "Oh. I see." A long pause, even Esther just looking, not speaking. "Sorry, girls, Amber and Anne. I'm so used to - oh, never mind, I'm so eager, no, so desperate - oh fuck." She stood there, angry at herself, then burst into tears. Through them, plaintively, she went on "I have looked forward to this for weeks. So excited. So horny. So - " and the tears got the better of her.
Evelyn felt sorry for her, even though she knew nothing of the reason - but 'horny?' What was going on here? She was far from being a prude - she loved sex as much as anyone - and didn't mind going to nudist beaches sometimes. But 'horny?' With girls, and little ones at that? Hmmm. She unexpectedly felt a bit horny herself. Pardon me, Mr Freud.
Esther, contrary to her reputation, was the first to respond. She went to Trudi and put her arms around her waist, a bit of a reach, but enough to squeeze her, and said in a quite ordinary little voice, "Can I be your girl?"
Trudi looked down, not having heard, and said, "Eh?"
"Please, can I be your girl?" She had no idea what it really meant, but she wanted to be someone's girl other than her mother's, like Carole and Celia.
Before Trudi could reply, Cate had bounded to her feet, forgetting her aunt, and pulled Esther away, roughly and with all her strength. "No, it's my turn. It's my turn to go. You can't, you've only just joined. Not fair, not fair - it's my turn!"
Esther was smaller, but was not going to be done out of her prize. "Me! Me!" she screamed, and began to pull her opponent's hair.
Before it could get out of hand Amber stepped in, Anne being quite nonplussed by the turn of events. She grabbed Esther and said, "It might be your turn, so let's see what we can do about it without hurting anyone. O.K? "
Evelyn also had the presence of mind to grab her niece and pull her away. "What is going on here?" She looked at Anne, then at Amber, not in anger, but just for information.
It was, however, Trudi, the woman now drying her eyes, who answered. "I'm going to take one of these girls back to my place for the weekend."
Anne interrupted, "This is strictly private, Trudi. Please be quiet."
Trudi looked with wide eyes at Evelyn. "But aren't you here for the same reason? I mean, you look as though you're halfway there already." She was pointing to the bare bosom.
"What reason? What the hell is going on here? Is this some kind of sex thing?"
Anne was red in the face by this time, about to explode; the girls had gone very quiet, Trudi and Evelyn were glaring at each other, but it was Amber who, for most of her young life had been in charge of children - and almost instinctively could diffuse troubles. Holding up her hands said loudly and firmly, "OK that's enough. Quiet, everyone. Girls, go and play in the play room. Anne, I think we'd better all sit down with a coffee and talk this through." Without waiting for a reply she shooed the girls out of the room, then went out herself toward the kitchen.
Anne shook her head in disbelief, but ushered the two women out before her. Trembling with anxiety and loss of status, she felt suddenly powerless to deal with the situation before her. She and Eva had been so careful - but one small slip, the assumption that the visitor was the one she expected had put everything in jeopardy. If this got out they'd all be in jail pretty soon, and she couldn't bear the thought of that.
She felt close to tears as she sat down next to Amber, facing the two visitors. Evelyn had grabbed her top and put it back on, so Anne was not as distracted as she'd been earlier. She loved boobs, but now even that was stupid.
"Anne, I didn't mean to take over - sorry." Amber seemed truly contrite.
"Please, my dear, carry on." She swallowed hard, looking pleadingly at her assistant.
"OK, then. Evelyn, The Safe House has some special clients who love little girls, and who take them out for a day, sometimes a night, down to the beach, shopping, to a show, things like that. These girls are in our charge, have parental consent, and thoroughly enjoy the experience. Cate has missed out so far, and Esther is new, so there's a bit of jealousy. We thought you were Trudi, and we apologise for getting it mixed up. Trudi, apologies to you as well. We know how you have been looking forward to this."
"So it's not about sex?" Evelyn seemed relieved.
Silence. No one wanted to lie to her, but the continuing stillness was enough. Finally Anne, who had recovered some poise, asked, ''Evelyn, you seem pretty uninhibited. You like sex?"
''Yes, I do. Pretty normal, I think."
"Ever thought about sex with girls?"
She was about to hotly deny any thought of that, then paused, recalling her sudden flash of the hots earlier. " Uh huh. I see. It is about sex, isn't it?"
"I have," Trudi said, with a big grin. "Think about it all the time. How about you?"
Evelyn looked at the other three and saw by their expressions that her answer was important. "Not before I came here today, but, well, something you said put the thought into my mind." What a thing to admit!
''Evelyn," Amber said, ''you are either going to accept what we say, or we're going to have to lock you in the dungeon and throw away the key. See what I mean?"
"Then I'd better accept."
Amber looked at Anne, who said, "Evelyn, my business partner - a lady named Eva - and I like being eaten by little girls. We like eating them, too, and we have found there's a few women who also like that. So we've come to this arrangement with the girls you saw. They are not harmed, they actually like it a lot, and they have a whale of a time. We investigate each woman that we hear about, and Trudi is number five. Our security has to be very strict, as you would realise. We could not keep this from you, but must have your guarantee that it will go no further. It's illegal, of course, but harmless."
They looked at this stunningly beautiful woman, waiting to find out if they were safe or not. What they would do if she blew the whistle on them was too painful to think about.
After a minute or two Evelyn looked up and grinned. ''Wow! Some situation, eh? Well, I have a proposition. I promise to keep my mouth shut forever on one condition." They waited. "That is, that I can join. I had a girlfriend at school once, and we did that to each other, and a few more things as well, and it was pretty nice. I fancy being eaten by a four or five year old, and doing the same to her. But - and it's a big but - I want my daughter kept out of it, even though she's not enrolled yet. She has to attend here - a crèche with music, art, dance, and, according to my friend, the best food in creation - is exactly what I am looking for for Charlotte. But she's only three, so no funny business."
Anne's sigh of relief could have been heard in the street. "Break out the champers, Amber, would you? I need a drink."
Trudi, still smarting from her admonition, had not spoken, just watched with a frown, but now she was suddenly all smiles. "How many girls are involved?"
"Four, counting Cecile, but she's been wanting to stay with her mother recently - she's only three."
"Well, I have a proposition of my own. I would like to invite you three to my house, along with the three girls, this weekend - starting tonight, Friday - to stay until Sunday evening. Think of it as a friendly get-together. We fly there - it's only about an hour - and it's one of the best homes in the state. Swimming, all the sports you can name, all the comforts of home - well, you get the idea."
Amber's eyes lit up. "Wow!"
"Let's get the girls," said Anne as she rose.
"Whoa - hold it." Evelyn was shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't leave Charlotte! She's being minded by my mother at the moment, but that's not on for long. She's - "
"Bring her. She'd love it, there are so many things to do, and she wouldn't have to get involved with the rest of our doings." Trudi turned to Anne. "What about Cecile? And Eva, who I've known for ages - couldn't they join us too?" Back to Evelyn with, "Charlotte and Cecile are the same age, aren't they? They would be fine together, I know. Come on, I want to have a house full of beautiful women and girls, and I promise you a wonderful time." Her body language and tone said she'd brook no refusal.
"I'll look after her, Evelyn, see she's protected from anything untoward." Amber loved looking after children; Evelyn didn't need to know she liked sucking little cunts as well.
Evelyn looked from one woman to another, debating with herself about the possible dangers compared to the obvious benefits. Finally, with a big smile, she said, "OK, thank you. God knows I need to get away from it all, and Charlotte, well, she needs some new playmates. And she loves the beach."
"Come on, come on, stick your tongue right in there, then suck as hard as you can. And you, Cecile, you do the same to my bum. Suck it hard. Suck it out. Then stick your finger in, as far as you can. Come on - you're at my house now, you do what you're told. I want you to give me the best orgasm of all time." Trudi never let manners get in the way of her demands. These kids were there to pleasure her, and in return they'd have a wonderful and exciting weekend - but her pleasure came first.
It had always been difficult for her to reach a climax, and she wasn't sure she actually had one, all because her pesky genes had stopped her developing anything like a decent sized clitoris. It was there, but the psychiatrist she'd been to had told her plainly - it would take a pretty good guy to get her to come. None had been able, but her friend Eva had, almost - and that foxy woman had told her that having a little girl eat her would do the trick. So here she was, a lascivious harem in place, two girls to do the work, and she was impatient to get the thing going.
"Trudi, it's better if you lie on the couch." Carole was experienced enough to know that anxiety was counterproductive - not that she would have used those words - and that standing up was not as good as lying down. That was her understanding, and she was not afraid to say so. She might be only five, but empathy and confidence were part of her nature.
Trudi looked down, prepared to scream at this impertinent child, but the clear, unwavering grey eyes and small smile stopped her. She was a business woman, running a very large organisation, and knew that people other than herself did know things that were useful. A grimace and she went and lay as instructed.
When nothing happened, she looked up, frowning, impatient once more. The room was empty. She felt her anger begin to rise, imperious demands still near the top of her mind, and then she felt a small, cool hand begin to rub a soft, pleasant oil into her neck. The minx had stolen up behind her. Well, she could appreciate that. She loved surprises.
Another hand began doing the same to her feet, and without conscious thought, her body relaxed. The massaging continued, one going down, the other up, and she was soon in a state of somnolence. But when those hands met midway and began to gently probe her cunt, the electricity began. They had applied a stun gun to her pubes, it was that strong.
"Ahh - ahh- aahhh - " she couldn't help it. This was not what she had expected, not what she had watched on video, but it was so much better. So - so - she screamed. Long, drawn out, high pitched and beautiful. A mouth on her cunt. Fingers inside. Fingers pulsing her clitoris. And a mouth eating her nipples. Oh fuck, that hurt. Teeth chewing and it was so good. Fingers, mouths, teeth, and a hand inside her. It felt like a rolling pin. So big. So excruciating and beautiful. So...
Like an express lift, she began to feel a build-up of shocks, an enormous bang-bang-bang of jolts so powerful she knew her brain was turning to jelly. And the heat! She began to sweat, and her vagina began to pulse. Contractions as in the childbirth she'd been told about. And, with every muscle straining, she went from this world into the realm of Ogasmus, the deity of satisfaction and release. It was, she later found out, also the realm of unconsciousness.
Carole and Cecile exchanged smiles. "She sure loved that." Carole was licking her fingers. She never wasted a drop of cum.
"I bit her nipples very hard, that's what mummy likes, and they're bigger now. She's got really big boobs, hasn't she?"
"Let's go for a swim."
Carole wanted to cool off. Servicing women was hot work.
To Be Continued
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