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Show Me Your O!
by 1000 Monkeys (1000monkeys@hotmail.ca)

***

Twelve year old Beth is still trying to fit in at her 
new school when a popular girl invites her to join a 
secret girls-only club. The catch? She has to agree to 
tape herself doing something first, but she can't know 
what it is before joining! (g-voy, g-solo, youths, mast, 
exh)

***

Part 1 – Trisha's Secret Club

An uncharacteristic silence hung in the air of the 
brightly lit school classroom. Twenty-eight normally 
rowdy sixth-grade students were hunched quietly over 
their desks, the loudest noise coming from the buzzing 
florescent light fixtures above. It was Friday 
afternoon, and everyone was working on the first major 
English test of the school year. Their teacher, Mrs. 
Johnson, relished the tranquility and spent her time 
grading papers.

Young Bethany, a bright and perky 12 year old redhead 
seated in the front row close to the window, sighed to 
herself in frustration. She was having an especially 
hard time with the last essay question, and was in the 
middle of erasing it for another go when the bell in the 
hall rang abruptly to signal the end of class. Beth 
jumped in her seat, the loud clanging startling her. 

A collective groan came from her fellow classmates – 
obviously there were quite a few that hadn’t finished 
the test. The clock on the wall confirmed it was 3:15, 
so school was officially over for the weekend. The room 
immediately filled with the drone of young voices 
talking over each other, and Beth threw down her pencil 
in dismay.

"Okay class, that’s all the time you have," called out 
Mrs. Johnson over the increasing chatter. "Take your 
tests and pass them to the front before you leave for 
the weekend. Make sure your name is on it! Also read 
chapters 8 and 9 in your English textbook for Monday, 
and remember to get your parents to sign the permission 
slip if you want to go on the science trip next week."

Beth grumbled to herself, upset that she hadn’t finished 
the final question. She was still new in school, and had 
moved here just three months ago during the summer 
break. Her father had taken a new position at a large 
pharmaceutical company, and Beth’s parents had dragged 
her from the bustling city to the picturesque town of 
Crestview – also known as Boring, USA. An only child, 
she was finding it hard to adjust to the small town 
atmosphere where everyone seemed to know everyone... 
except her. 

One of her favorite things, schoolwork, was even 
suffering from the move: although she had easily 
maintained straight A’s at her old school, she was 
finding it extremely difficult to keep up the same 
grades here. She wasn’t sure if the work was actually 
harder, or if she was just more distracted with being 
the "new girl" and trying to fit in.

Beth felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to 
see the smiling face of Trisha, the pretty blond girl 
that sat behind her. 

Trisha was holding out the collected test papers for 
Beth, who added her own and tossed the stack on the 
teacher’s desk. Beth shoved her school supplies in her 
backpack and stood to join the line of impatient kids 
filing into the hallway. Once more she felt someone tap 
her shoulder, and when she looked it was Trisha – again.

"Uh Beth, can I talk with you for a minute?" she asked.

Beth frowned. Trisha was one of the most popular girls 
in sixth grade, part of the in-crowd that was always 
going to parties and having fun. Although Beth was 
pretty enough and had a great personality (or so her mom 
kept telling her), she knew she tended to be a bit shy, 
and had always enjoyed schoolwork... which was typically 
enough to keep girls like Trisha from seeing her as a 
social equal. 

Although Beth was okay with being "just another girl", 
she hadn’t made any new friends at school and was 
beginning to worry that she’d been labeled an outcast. 
Trisha had never taken the time to speak with her 
outside of what was necessary for school, so Beth was 
curious what she wanted.

"Um, sure Trish, what’s up?"

Trisha grabbed Beth’s hand. "Follow me; I want to talk 
to you in private."

Trisha weaved her way with Beth into the packed hallway, 
but instead of following the crowd streaming towards the 
exit she moved against the flow, finally stopping inside 
a vacant, dimly lit stairwell at the back of the school. 
The din of noisy, yelling students gradually faded as 
the school emptied.

"What are we doing here Trish – I’ll be late getting 
home."

Trisha smiled with a kind of odd, secretive grin. 
"This’ll only take a minute. I know you’re new in school 
and I haven’t talked with you much, but you’ve been here 
two months already and you haven’t found any friends."

Beth opened her mouth to object, embarrassed that 
someone like Trisha was monitoring her apparently 
nonexistent social life. Trisha sensed this and spoke 
again quickly.

"Don’t worry; I’m not here to give you a hard time... 
I’d actually like to make you an offer that could get 
you a lot of friends."

Beth closed her mouth.

Trisha continued. "I’m sure you’ve heard some rumors 
about me, that I’m part of a special club. Do you know 
what it is?"

Beth shook her head. "Well, um, a few girls said that 
you and some of the other, uh, popular girls are all 
part of some secret thing, and they all want to get into 
it, but they don’t actually know what it is."

Trisha grinned broadly. "And that’s just the way we like 
to keep it. Only those in the club know what we do or 
even what it’s called. Last night we had a vote and, 
well, we all decided that you should join us."

Beth’s mouth fell open in shock. The popular girls 
wanted her to join them? She couldn’t believe it. "Uh, 
me, really? But why?"

"We really like you – we’ve been watching you for a 
while think you’ll fit right in." Trisha emphasized that 
by quickly running her eyes up and down Beth’s body, 
which Beth found slightly disconcerting. "Now we’re 
really picky on who we invite, and we first have to 
absolutely trust you. So if you want to join you’ll have 
to agree to do something."

"Um, w-what?" stuttered Beth, suddenly panicking that 
this was all too good to be true and she wasn’t going to 
get to join after all.

"Well... it’s a little bit naughty, but that’s like what 
the club’s all about. You just have to trust us before 
we can trust you. So to join you have to agree to do 
whatever we ask, but I can’t tell you what it is first. 
Call it your initiation."

Beth hesitated, the logical part of her brain screaming 
at her to be cautious. "I don’t know about that... how 
do I know it isn’t going to be some sort of trick?"

Trisha slipped off her backpack and unzipped it. She 
rummaged around inside and came out holding a small 
digital video camera. "What you have to do is film 
yourself performing a dare with this camera. Full 
instructions are recorded on it, but before you can have 
it you have to absolutely promise that you’re going to 
do whatever it asks. Everyone in the club did it to 
join, even me. So you know it’s not a trick there’s 
proof in there you can watch, but once you accept 
there’s no backing out."

Beth reached out towards the camera but Trisha snatched 
it back, her expression shifting from friendly to 
serious, shaking the camera at Beth as she continued 
speaking. "This is a very secret club. If you take this 
you’re joining us for real. So if you don’t do what it 
says or if you ever talk about the club to anyone else," 
she paused for dramatic effect, "I will make your life 
fucking hell."

Standing there slightly stunned at the force behind 
Trish’s words, Beth thought about what she was being 
offered. Joining the popular girls could very well 
change her life for the better at school... but what in 
the world did they want her to do? Would it get her in 
trouble? Beth reached out and placed her hand on the 
camera. "I don’t have to do anything against the law, do 
I? Like steal something or hurt someone?"

Trisha’s serious look instantly disappeared and she 
laughed, her deep blue eyes sparking in the dim light of 
the stairwell. "Of course not – in fact I know you’re 
going to like it. So you swear you’ll do the dare and 
join us?"

Even though Beth didn’t know what the club was actually 
for, she didn’t care. Her longing to fit in at school 
and be accepted, bolstered by the thought of hanging out 
with the A-crowd and maybe becoming one herself, 
squashed any hesitation she had over the unknown dare. 
It had to be worth the risk. She made up her mind and 
nodded, smiling as she accepted the camera. "Yes, I 
swear... I’ll do it."

Trisha’s face beamed in joy as she rubbed her hands 
together. "Great! I’ll expect the camera back Monday. 
Like I said, watch the first video to see what you have 
to do, and then there’s a couple other videos with 
members doing their dares." She smiled slyly. "You’ll 
probably find those help a lot." Trisha reached out and 
grabbed Beth’s free hand with her own, looking deep into 
her eyes with an expression that the redhead couldn’t 
place. "I’m so glad you agreed. We really wanted you."

With that, Trisha turned and opened the stairwell door 
to leave. Suddenly remembering something, Beth called 
out after her. "Hey, wait a minute... what’s the club 
called?"

Looking over her shoulder, the blond answered. "The O 
Girls."

"Huh? What do you mean "oh"? What is this, some sort of 
Oprah cult?"

With a mischievous grin Trisha laughed and replied, "Far 
from it. Just watch the video, okay? And make sure 
you’re alone when you do."

With that she walked out, leaving Beth alone and 
confused holding the video camera. The O Girls? What the 
hell? Although tempted to switch on the camera and see 
what secrets it held right there in the stairwell, she 
knew that her mother would start worrying if she was too 
late getting home. So she dropped it in her backpack and 
left, running down the empty school hallway towards her 
bike.

She had a feeling this was going to be a very 
interesting weekend.


It was early Saturday morning before Beth got a chance 
to look at the camera’s contents. Curiosity had been 
killing her the night before, but she wanted to make 
sure she had enough time and privacy to figure out what 
this so-called dare involved. Since her family always 
slept in late on the weekends, usually until at least 10 
AM, Beth set her alarm clock early to 7 AM. She awakened 
feeling a mixture of nervous apprehension and 
excitement.

Last night she’d noticed that the video camera had a 
television output jack, and snuck a cable from her dad’s 
supply so she could watch whatever it held on the big 
LCD screen in her bedroom, instead of the camera’s tiny 
one. Plugging everything in, she sat cross-legged in her 
favorite white pajamas at the end of her bed and 
switched on the camera to play mode. It made a bong 
sound through the television’s speakers and flashed a 
logo, then displayed a list of recorded files. There was 
one file named WATCHME with a date from late Thursday 
night, and then three others with non-descriptive names 
dating from nearly a year ago up to last month.

She used the camera’s tiny joystick to move the cursor 
over to the WATCHME file and pressed play. The screen 
flickered with static for a few seconds and then 
solidified into the blurry image of something red. There 
were a few loud thumping sounds and the picture wobbled 
as the camera was put on a table. A figure stepped back, 
the focus adjusted, and Beth saw that it was Trisha 
standing in what must have been her bedroom. 

The window across from the camera was black, the only 
illumination coming from her bedside light. Trisha wore 
a small red shirt and skinny blue jeans, her blond hair 
held back with a black headband. Beth couldn’t help but 
notice how Trisha’s perky little breasts and hard 
nipples showed clearly through the thin material of the 
skin-tight shirt, the single source of light emphasizing 
their shape by casting long shadows across her chest.

"Hi Beth," came Trisha’s friendly voice through the 
speakers, "If you’re watching this then you’ve decided 
to join us, and I’m only making this because I knew you 
would. The girls and I are really excited to have you. 
As I’m sure I already told you this is a very secret 
club, and the first rule is you must never talk about it 
to anyone, especially your parents or friends. What’s on 
this camera is also just between us." Trisha leaned in 
closer and grinned. "Welcome to The O Girls! There are 
five members so far: me, Katie, Johanna, Britney, Abby, 
and now you to make an even six. I’m kind of the leader, 
but we all decide things together, like deciding on you. 
If you’re wondering, the ‘O’ stands for ‘orgasm’, and 
the whole point of The O Girls is to have them."

Beth’s face fell in shock. Orgasm? Although young, she 
certainly knew what that meant. Was this some sort of 
sex club? Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as a 
sudden rush of adrenaline flooded into her veins. What 
had she gotten herself into?

The recorded Trisha continued explaining. "And now for 
your dare: you have to show us your O. That means you 
have to tape yourself cumming. And not just showing your 
head or in panties, you have to be naked and we have to 
see it. You can get off however you want, but don’t try 
to fake it – we can tell. Everyone in the club’s already 
done it, and on the camera you’ll find me, Johanna and 
Abby’s videos to prove that we’re for real... and maybe 
even give you some ideas.

"Rule number two is that we get ourselves and each other 
off all the time, so don’t be surprised if we’re a 
little frisky with you. We all want that amazing 
feeling, and getting it from someone else feels twice as 
good. Sleepovers, after-school homework, play dates, 
hanging out – there’s a lot of chances to get together, 
and when we can’t there’s webcams and making tapes to 
swap."

Beth still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She 
had discovered the joys of masturbation about a year ago 
after a surprisingly graphic sexual education video at 
school made her extremely curious, but while she 
certainly enjoyed giving her body the happy feeling – 
quite frequently in fact – she’d never considered doing 
that sort of thing in front of someone else... or to 
another girl. She’d always known it was a private thing, 
and what they were doing was sick... right?

On-screen, Trisha sat on her bed before continuing. "If 
you’re wondering why we picked you, it actually started 
off as kind of a tease – we should invite the brainy new 
girl with no friends, right? But then we kept an eye on 
you and decided you were actually really nice. And the 
more I watched you, the more I noticed that you have a 
friggin’ hot body." Trisha licked her lips as her hand 
moved to her crotch, touching herself through her jeans. 
"Sitting behind you in class I can’t stop thinking about 
grabbing that yummy ass you keep teasing me with, 
pressing my lips into yours and sucking on your 
tongue... then sliding my hand down your pants and 
feeling your wet cunny. Hey, I’ll probably still do it."

Beth’s face flushed a deep red color – almost matching 
her hair – to hear someone talk about her so crudely, 
especially a girl her own age that she barely knew. 
Still, a part of her was deeply flattered that Trisha 
thought of her like that. Was she really that sexy?

Trisha continued. "And we already know you’re totally 
into girls. We tested you for a couple weeks and saw how 
closely you looked when one of us flashed you. Like the 
other day in the change room when Katie bent over right 
in front of you in her thong. Remember how it was sweaty 
and you could see right through it? That was just for 
you, and you really seemed to enjoy getting an eyeful of 
her ass."

If it was possible, Beth’s face flushed an even deeper 
shade of red in complete embarrassment. The truth was 
she had been checking out girls in the change room, but 
didn’t think that anyone had noticed. No one really got 
naked in there since all they did was change in and out 
of sweats for gym, but she still enjoyed sneaky glances 
at girls in their skimpy panties, and especially liked 
anyone that didn’t wear a bra. Did that mean she liked 
girls, and not boys? Or maybe she just liked both.

Beth realized that Trisha was still talking on the 
television. "...And I know we all feel the same way. 
Well, it’s late now, and I gotta finish what I started 
here before I can get to sleep. I’ll be thinking sexy 
thoughts about you, hoping you’ll join." Trisha stood up 
and added, "Now you just have one thing to do: show me 
your O!" She reached out towards the camera and the 
television screen went dark.
 
Her hand shaking, Beth put the camera down and flopped 
on her back, staring vacantly at the light fixture on 
the ceiling. What had she gotten herself into? She’d 
never done anything even vaguely sexual with anyone in 
the past, and here she was expected to make a nude tape 
of herself getting off, so 5 girls she barely knew could 
watch her – and who knew how many others would see it in 
the future. Much to her chagrin, that thought generated 
a lustful longing deep in her body. What kind of horny 
slut was she to actually like that idea?
 
Beth sat up and grabbed the camera. She had to see those 
other videos to find out if this was for real. Selecting 
the first file dated nearly a year ago she pressed play 
and leaned back. The television screen flickered to a 
bedroom she already recognized – it was Trisha’s, but 
some things had moved around and this time bright 
daylight streamed through the window across from the 
camera. Trisha stepped into view from the side wearing 
light purple pajamas, a beam of sunlight shining on her 
back and causing her golden blond hair to glow like a 
halo around her head. She looked a little younger than 
she had in the previous video.

"Hi," said the girl on the screen in a cheerful voice, 
"I’m Trisha, and I just turned eleven last month. Right 
now I’m in fifth grade at Crestview Middle School, and I 
want to show you my O."

Without hesitation she tugged her pajama top off in one 
smooth motion and Beth immediately perked up. Trisha’s 
undeveloped chest was essentially flat, the first swells 
of her budding breasts just beginning to stand out from 
her ribs. Beth knew that Trisha’s boobs had grown quite 
a bit since this video was shot, but it was really sexy 
seeing her younger like this. Despite her lack of 
development, Trisha’s nipples and areolas were unusually 
large and puffy, tinted a deep pink color that stood out 
proudly against her pale, untanned skin. She turned 
around and pulled down her pajama bottoms, exposing her 
perfect little girl ass. Trisha’s plump cheeks jiggled 
as she kicked the pajamas to the side. Oh wow, thought 
Beth, she’s actually naked!

Still facing the other way Trisha slapped her ass with 
both hands and cupped her cheeks, squeezing them 
tightly. She pivoted to face the camera and walked 
towards it seductively, slender hips swaying side-to-
side as the television screen filled with an extreme 
close-up of her groin.

Beth gasped involuntarily at the amazing view of 
Trisha’s flawless pussy, so clear she could make out the 
texture of her skin. Trisha’s puffy outer lips were 
squeezed tightly between her thighs, creating a triangle 
of snow white flesh with two perfectly curved bulges at 
the bottom. Her clit hood and inner labia formed a 
prominent ridge of darker colored skin that carved a 
sensuous line down the middle of her fat mound before 
disappearing between her legs. A tuft of almost 
invisible blond pubic hair sprouted above the dimpled 
crown of her furrow, and delicate fingers came from 
above to stroke the golden fuzz. "This stuff’s new," she 
said. "I kinda like it since it’s so soft." 

Just then the camera moved, panning upwards to Trisha’s 
round and happy-looking face, her blue eyes sparkling 
with excitement. The image shook around a lot then 
settled at a higher perspective near the foot of her 
bed, looking over it at an angle. The camera shifted 
sideways until the entire bed was perfectly centered, 
and then the naked little girl stepped back into view 
and grinned toothily at the camera.

"This is my all-time thing to do before school," she 
whispered. Trisha turned and jumped on the bed stomach 
first, bouncing up and down as she landed.

She rose on her knees and grabbed a pillow, wedging it 
vertically between her legs and up against her crotch. 
Still facing away from the camera she bent over and put 
her weight on her arms, then spread her knees and 
wiggled her crotch down on the bunched up pillow. She 
began hunching her hips slowly, rubbing her tiny twat in 
smooth strokes along the top. Beth watched mesmerized as 
the pudgy little globes of Trisha’s buttocks clenched 
and unclenched while she steadily ground herself against 
the pillow. Her back arched and muscles flexed as she 
rode it in graceful, practiced motions. Wow, thought 
Beth, Trisha was really going to do this on tape!

Trisha began thrusting her pelvis harder and faster, the 
bed springs squeaking in protest at her rhythmic 
humping. After a minute she stopped and rolled over on 
her back, grabbing the pillow and pressing the part that 
had been touching her pussy against her face. After a 
moment she placed it under her head. "It’s getting too 
wet so I gotta stop that," said Trisha quietly over the 
speakers. Beth wondered if Trisha could smell her 
pussy’s scent on that pillow all night long as she 
slept.
 
Beth feasted her eyes greedily on every nuance of 
Trisha’s undeveloped figure laying flat on the bed. 
Eventually she spread her legs, reaching down with both 
hands to stretch her vulva open as far as she could. The 
skin on the inside of her pussy crack was smooth and 
shiny, her inner labia sticking out like a fleshy little 
Mohawk until she grabbed the twin lips with her fingers 
and peeled them apart, fully exposing the intimate pink 
core of her juvenile sex. The small dark entrance of 
Trisha’s immature canal gaped open obscenely as she 
tugged her lips to the side, the moistness inside 
glistening in the light.

Beth felt her own pussy twitch at the incredibly 
intimate thing she was witnessing, and felt a drop of 
lubrication ooze slowly from her virgin hole and soak 
into the crotch of her pajamas. She was getting turned 
on something fierce, and all by another girl.

On the screen, Trisha delicately ran her finger between 
her labia, toying with the little flaps of skin before 
rubbing the length of her pussy with her hand. Beth 
could tell she was concentrating near the top around her 
clitoris, and knew for a fact that touching there felt 
especially good. She began curling her fingers into the 
entrance of her pussy and dragging them upwards, and 
Beth figured she was spreading her wetness to make the 
rubbing easier.

As if reading her thoughts, Trisha whispered almost 
inaudibly "I’m so wet down there... and it feels so good 
to rub it on my skin..."

The camera angle wasn’t quite right to see the action 
clearly, so Beth leaned in towards the television as 
Trisha fingered herself with increasing passion, high 
pitched mewing sounds escaping her open mouth. Beth had 
never heard a girl make noises of like that before and 
found them highly erotic. She turned up the volume and 
discovered she could also hear Trisha’s tiny pussy 
making lewd slurping noises as she probed its depths 
with her fingers, gathering and spreading a slimy layer 
of liquid arousal over her yielding flesh.

Trisha’s mewing grew into earnest moans as she thrust 
her hips into her hand with even greater urgency, 
rocking back and forth on the bed and causing the 
headboard to bang lightly against the wall. Abruptly 
Trisha stopped and shifted her position closer to the 
camera, drawing her legs apart into a spread eagle 
position.

"I’m getting close, and I want you to see everything," 
she said in an undertone.

Trisha tilted her pelvis upwards, shamelessly giving the 
camera a perfect view of her inflamed red pussy and the 
dark rosebud of her anus nestled between the swells of 
her buttocks. Trisha’s entire crotch glistened with 
wetness, and more seemed to be flowing down the crack of 
her ass. Since she hadn’t wet her hands with spit or 
anything, Beth knew that all that juice was straight 
from her pussy. Feeling the growing wetness between her 
own legs she smiled knowingly.

With one hand Trisha pulled the skin at the top of her 
cleft and popped her swollen clit from under its hood, 
while with the other she began directly stroking the 
bright pink bump, occasionally dipping her fingers in 
her leaking hole for fresh lubrication. Trisha threw her 
head back against the pillow, licking her lips and 
moaning "uh, uh, uh" as her body trembled and her thighs 
jiggled, the intense sensation of rubbing directly on 
her clit head driving her wild with lust. Her fingers 
moved faster and the pitch of her voice increased until 
all of a sudden she groaned and gasped, "Oh god, I’m 
gonna cum!"

Trisha’s hips hunched upwards sharply, mashing her clit 
into her hand as her lungs sucked in short bursts of 
air. She froze, her mouth hanging open in an expression 
of agonized anticipation. Every muscle in Trisha’s young 
body clenched, the tendons in her calves standing out as 
she strained right on the edge of release. Beth swore 
she could see Trisha’s cunt gape open even larger and 
her fleshy pink canal start to push out, when all of a 
sudden her lungs released a rush of air and she 
shrieked, tossing her head and arching her back as her 
body writhed in a powerful climax. Muscles deep in the 
young girl’s vagina pulsed in rapid contractions, her 
stomach heaving and the dark star of her sphincter 
winking open and closed in time with each orgasmic 
convulsion. Trisha’s hand twitched on top of her clit, 
drawing out the feelings of ecstasy for as long as she 
could.

Beth had never watched another girl cum before, and 
thought that Trisha looked absolutely beautiful – 
stunning in fact.

Soon enough it was over and Trisha lay spent on her 
back, breathing heavily with her legs splayed open and 
her satisfied sex organs on lewd display. Beth heard her 
mumble something to herself about a great cum as she ran 
her hands over her body. Eventually Trisha sighed 
contentedly and leaned over on her side, looking into 
the camera with a wide grin on her face and giggling. 
She was obviously quite pleased with herself. She looked 
between her legs and started laughing out loud, giving 
her pussy a few hard slaps with her hand as she looked 
back at the camera. "That was one of the best cums ever! 
I got so horny knowing that someone’s gonna be watching 
this... it made me super wet, just look at my bed!"

Trisha stood up and took the camera, holding it over the 
bed as she focused on a dark wet stain that her 
masturbation session had created on the sheets. Beth 
could see the outline of Trisha’s ass from where her 
pussy’s leaking juices had pooled around it, and there 
was a smear of something thick and white in the middle. 
The camera swung up to her face. "Just look at the mess 
I made," she whispered, biting her bottom lip playfully. 
"I’m such a dirty girl... I don’t know what my mom 
thinks of my sheets when she changes them!"

The camera’s view blurred and re-focused on a close-up 
of Trisha’s now red and swollen pussy. Her skin was 
glossy with slick lubrication and thick white cream 
oozed from between her now protruding labia. With one 
hand Trisha spread the top of her furrow, pulling the 
skin of her clit hood back and for the first time giving 
Beth a close-up look at the pointed pink nub of her 
bloated clitoris. Gooey strings of lubrication stretched 
from one side of her deep cleft to the other.

"She’s so big now," commented Trish, obviously 
referencing her clit. "She still feels like she’s on 
fire!"

Trisha released her grip and her little love button 
disappeared amongst the soothing warm folds of flesh. 
Her fingers moved lower, sliding along her labia and 
between her legs, coming out coated with gooey pussy 
juice and streaks of something thick and white. Her 
gleaming fingers moved upwards, the camera following 
them all the way until she stuck them in her mouth and 
cleaned them off with a loud smack of her lips. She 
moaned appreciatively at the heady taste of her 
aftermath.

"I love a big cum like that before school... it makes my 
pussy feels warm and happy all morning." Her hand 
disappeared from view and came back with another thick 
coating of sexual fluids that she again sucked from her 
fingers.

Trisha smiled into the camera and licked her lips. "Mmm, 
I hoped you liked watching my O... I really enjoyed 
showing it to you!" The camera shook as she picked it 
up, and a moment later the screen went black. The video 
was over.

Beth sat on the edge of her bed, too stunned to move. 
That was so fucking hot, she thought to herself, 
slightly uncomfortable at her own use of foul language 
even if it was only in her head. She reached down to her 
crotch and realized that her pajama bottoms now had a 
very large wet spot, the damp fabric wedged in the deep 
crack of her pussy and clinging to her skin. She shifted 
her position and felt another trickle of lubrication 
leak between her legs; she couldn’t believe was so 
turned on and all from watching another girl. What would 
the next video show?

Beth quickly queued up the second file.


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Author Note: I know many of you were expecting a third 
chapter to my first story, but I hit a bit of writer’s 
block there and decided to work on something different. 
So what do you think will happen next? Send me your 
ideas by email to 1000monkeys@hotmail.ca !

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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