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|    Preteen Lover to All    |
|    Story: Eleven and Wanton (1/2)    |
|    22 Jul 06 12:53:36    |
      From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com              Story: Eleven and Wanton              By Ho-boy (M/g, F/g, b/g, 1st, inc-fam)              MaryAnne...              MaryAnne was a good mother to little Candi. That much must be said at       the outset. But, something happened. When Candi was four months into her       fourth year, MaryAnne was raped and things went downhill.              Nothing was said to anyone, let alone Candi, about the rape. The only       sign of it was the fact that, except for living with her Mommy, Candi       suddenly had to learn to take care of herself. Mommy was... not Mommy       all of a sudden.              Nine months after the rape, on the exact day of Candi's own birth, Mommy       had twins. This came as a surprise to the little girl. Oh, sure, Mommy       had been getting fat and spending more time in her room, but it never       occurred to Candi that she might be pregnant.              Now Candi was, after all, only four at the time, and since Mommy never       discussed it with her, she didn't have anything to base a conclusion on.              One might think MaryAnne would go into things like drugs and alcohol,       but she didn't. But, she wasn't the same MaryAnne she had been before       the rape.              Within a six-month period, MaryAnne started bringing men home. Candi saw       men of all sizes and colors. When she asked Mommy who they were, she was       told something she couldn't believe anyhow: they were distant relations.              After a while, Candi realized they must be what the local hookers called       johns. Mommy must be a hooker herself. For a while after the rape,       things went downhill fast. Mommy gave herself and her children the bum's       rush out of the apartment they had been renting, down the back stairs,       and they got into the next.              Then MaryAnne began bringing men home at all hours of the day and night.              Candi was becoming a very pretty girl at ten, and developed into an even       prettier eleven. Then the photographer came to town.              Photographer              Introduction...              Candi answered the ad she saw posted in the Post Office: Wanted: Models       for photographic purposes.              She had realized she had to do something for herself and her mixed twin       siblings. While she was only 11 herself, her siblings had just turned       six and she was a street-tough girl, living in the big city. But she       realized she had to do something or her beloved brother and sister were       goners.              It was the photographer Sam's incredible luck that Candi had crossed his       threshold. "What can I do for you, my dear?"              "I found your ad in the Post Office, and I would like to talk about it."       She was frightened half to death of what the man might want, but was       determined to go through with it.              "Well, I take pictures. That much must be obvious!" He smiled and Candi       nodded smiling back.              "I take all sorts of pictures. For run-of-the-mill pics, I pay five       dollars apiece. The money rises for each type I take."              "What're, uh, run-o- the-mill... uh, pics?"              "Pictures I take of people modeling for various clothing lines, of the       mainstream type."              "They... they get five... uh, dollars for this, then?"              He nodded, saying "Yes."              "What're the other type of pics, then and what do they pay?"              "My, you certainly go for the gold, don't you? Well, let's see..." He       looked at Candi trying to gauge her maturity and intent. "Well, there       are the Swimsuits... and less...!"              "You photograph... nighties and stuff?"              "Yeah, that's in line with swimsuits."              She whispered breathily, "What... what, those bring in, then?"              "Swimsuits and nighties bring you from five to fifteen dollars per."              "What's the 'less'!?" she whispered excitedly.              Sam looked at she and decided to go for broke. "Panties, bras and nude       pics. These bring twenty and up. The 'up' can be quite a lot too!"              She thought about it for a night. The following day she appeared at the       Photo Shop. "OK, count me in. I wanna pose nude! Will you do that?"              "Let me get this straight, you're what... ten, eleven years old? You       sure you can pose nude? You wouldn't be shy about that?" And he       continued in a second, "What about your parents, then? What'll they say?"              "I only have a mother, and she'll allow this because it'll bring in       money, that's the important thing... ain't it?"              He gave her three forms for her mother to fill out. The next day, she       was back with the forms filled in, using a typewriter, with a neat       signature hand-written. It all looked very mature, so he thought what       the hell!              "OK, come with me!" Then he led the way to the studio, starting her on       doing a strip tease for his camera. Sam always started the young ones       with tests to find out what they will do. At first, Candi posed       completely nude, or in nothing but panties. One day, Sam asked her if       she was up for something more exciting. She nodded and said, "sure."              He had a friend who liked to get people, the younger the better, to pose       in sexual situations. Never was a penetration achieved. Neither man       wanted to force anything out of anyone. However, Candi did everything       they asked.              Two months after she had started the photo sessions, Candi took an old       dildo of her mother's out of her room and broke her hymen with it. In a       week, she shocked everyone on the scene by sitting on the first cock she       saw as they took pics. It was a young black boy and he shot off       immediately inside her belly.              The next step was, Sam told Candi that is if she wanted it, he could get       her an audition with a Porno filming company. She smiled really       brightly, liking the idea. Until she got home that night, that is              Simon and Sammie              Surprise...!              Simon and Samantha, or Sammie were just turning nine when they began       going around the house in panties, Samantha's word. Actually, Simon       liked wearing panties too, but he never wore them to school. The twins       went about the house in panties and so naturally Candi did too. She       didn't even bother with a bra at thirteen.              The big surprise came when Candi went up the stairs and began hearing       the sounds of fucking, coming from the twins adjoining rooms. The door       to Simon's room was open but empty, the adjoining door was open too and       the sounds were coming from there.              Candi entered, stuck her hand in her panties and began massaging and       twisting her right nipple. She sat on the foot of the bed, watching the       twins finish.              Sammie opened her eyes after a mostly soundless orgasm and saw Candi.       She smiled brightly. Simon was just finishing shooting his spunk into       his sister's little pre-preteen twat. He had begun ejaculating early on,       but the sex didn't start until halfway through last summer. Sammie had       found her brother finishing off one of many ejaculations onto his       stomach. She had found that to be exciting to say the least, and the       following evening, while Candi was out filming another scene for the       current kiddie porn film, full penetration took place.              Where was Mommy, at this time, you might ask? Good Question!                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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