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Kisses, quivering_flesh@yahoo.com ________________________________________________________ "Founder's Day" (Mg pedo nc rape) It was the morning of Founder's Day, and I had an impulse to take a stroll around the village. Not that I expected to find anything so early in the day. Usually, it wasn't until evening -- sometimes late at night -- that anything turned up. In fact one Founder's Day, several years ago, I'd found nothing the whole day. That was an unpleasant memory. But today was a warm, sunny, perfect spring day. Maybe that's what it was - I was feeling a bit of romance in the air. The village square was mostly deserted, though the usual retirees occupied their usual benches. I'd always thought that when I retired, I'd prefer to stay up late at night and sleep late in the morning, but these folks seemed to be up and out with the sun every morning. Most of the men were too old to participate in Founder's Day, and of course none of the old women were Chosen females. So they just hung out as usual, though today at least, they did gossip and reminisce about notable Founder's Days of the past. Mostly these trips down memory lane annoyed me, since I was so focused on today, and all the other Founder's Days ahead of me. Well, like I said, I heeded my impulse and took an early morning stroll around the square. There were a few females out -- those, of course, who had not been Chosen in earlier years. The older they were, the more confident that they had nothing to worry about this year. Of course, there was always the possibility of a late Miracle. Ten years ago a fifty-five year old grandmother had been Chosen. So even the oldest Unchosen female was always just a bit wary coming out on Founder's Day. I mean, they all had to come out and take their chances sometime during the day, but many put it off as long as possible. Hence usually better hunting later in the day. Now and then, however, some female imagined that because the males had lower expectations in the morning, venturing out early in the day was the best bet. And such was the case this morning, as it turned out -- to my and the village's great good fortune. About half way around the square, I ventured into the Smoke Shop, hoping to have a brief word with Barney, the proprietor. I stepped through the door, bell jangling, to announce my arrival -- and stopped. An attractive woman, early thirties, was making a purchase at the counter. She turned and looked at me, anxiety briefly flashing across her face. She need not have worried. I got no Spark from her. She was not a Chosen one, at least not this year. Then I saw the real source of her anxiety. Standing next to her holding her hand was a young girl, perhaps ten years old, certainly no older than twelve. She had brown hair, was a bit on the slender side, but clearly destined to fill out quite adequately as she grew. Rather ordinary looking, most might say, though perfectly attractive. Although Founder's Day was a school holiday, she was dressed in the school uniform of the time -- short pleated skirt, reaching down no further than mid-thigh according to this year's fashion, white blouse and black tie. The standard black patent leather school shoes, buffed shiny and with a bit of a heel to raise the buttocks, graced her white stocking feet. And then the girl herself turned to look at me. Big, brown, deep eyes gazed out at me from a special private world -- a hungry world, a world of void and longing, yearning for both release and extinction at one and the same time. My cock throbbed -- a Chosen female, like none I'd ever encountered. It was not her age that made her so unusual, though females were in fact rarely Chosen before age 14 or 15. Within living memory there had been a number of cases of Chose pre-teen girls -- one as young as nine (although that was nearly twenty years ago, when I was a young teenager just beginning to experience the Spark). This girl has been passed over last year. But in the three hundred and sixty four days since the last Founder's Day, she had come mysteriously into her own, and now unknowingly announced herself to whomever could feel the Spark. Barney, fortunately for me, was one of those minority of males who never felt it, and so had noted nothing special about the girl. The mothers of course never knew when or even if their daughters would be Chosen, since being females they never felt the Spark. Some rare females were links in a long chain of Chosen females, and could count on one of their daughters being Chosen, as they and their mothers had been, but heredity played only a small role most of the time. I saw a twinge of flight in this mother's face, but she stood where she was. Even managed a smile at me. Every mother, in the moment when her daughter was Chosen, felt the impulse to snatch their girls away and flee, but in most cases they felt bound to their duty, and rarely had to be hunted down. I approached the girl. "Hi, darling," I said to her, "how are you?" "Fine," the girl responded, her deep eyes pulling me in. "She's beautiful," I said to the mother, stroking the girl's long hair. "What's her name?" "Laura," she said in a shaky voice. Laura was just under five feet . I ran my hand over her face, down her arm and across her back. "Is she..." the mom asked. "Oh, yes," I said, my own voice trembling with excitement. This girl had a powerful presence, but one she hadn't even discovered for herself. I felt it though. My cock felt it too, knocking against the tightened fabric of my pants. The mom saw the bulge, and knew that her daughter would soon belong to the village. I ran my hand down felt her sweet buttocks. She herself began to tremble at my touch. "Mommy..." she pleaded, a bit afraid. "It's alright, darling," the mom comforted her. "Remember what we talked about, the special honor that comes to some girls?" "Yes, I do, but..." The mom leaned down and kissed her girl on the cheek -- a goodbye kiss. I slipped my hand under the girl's skirt and felt the smooth soft fabric of her panties, stretched as tight over her ass cheeks as my pants over my cock. My finger pushed down her butt cleavage and between her legs onto that lovely bulging but hidden mound. I could tell the mom would cooperate, whatever her own private feelings. I would remember to mention that in my report. I knelt down in front of the girl, so as not to frighten her unnecessarily -- and to get a good look at her. I ran my hands up the girls legs, from her calves to her knees, to her thighs -- and up to her panties. "Can you help me?" I asked the mom. Mom grasped the hem of the girl's skirt and lifted it up for me, revealing the girl's lovely thighs and panties. The girl visibly trembled -- which was fine with me. I never liked the Chosen females who embraced their fate too quickly or eagerly. I caressed the girl, drinking in her loveliness, her sweet flesh, her smell. "How old are you Laura?" I asked. "Eleven . . . my birthday was last week." I'd never had a girl quite this young before. Not that there weren't opportunities. Most males dabbled in young girls, and some restricted themselves pre-teens, this age or even younger, but there were few Unchosen ones that age that could be had without risking a decrease in the village's total sexual relations potential. No point doing a girl that young if it meant she'd never be available again. That's what was so special about the Chosen females. Every experience with them multiplied itself many times over in a self-expanding quantity of sexual relations. I pushed my hand between Laura's thighs, feeling her mound swelling through the fabric of her panties. I pulled it tight, revealing the loveliest little girl camel toe I'd ever seen in person. A streak of moistness appeared over her little slit, confirming beyond a doubt (not that I had any), that she was indeed a Chosen female. "Pull them down for me," I said to the mom, taking the hem from her and holding the girl's skirt high. I wanted the mom to be the one to expose her daughter to a man for the first time. The mom knelt down beside me (she herself was attractive enough to fuck, but that would have to wait). Her long thin fingers found the band of the girl's panties and slowly pulled them down. I nearly fainted. Her girl-mound slowly revealed itself. Not a hint of hair, and as round and smooth as a baby's pussy. The slit ever so slightly parted, revealing just a hint of fresh pink. I ran the tip of my finger down along the slit, then back up, then down again, pressing in just a little bit more each time. I gently probed for her hole, then pressed my finger tip in. Intact. Her mother had taken good care of her. Females needn't be virgins to be Chosen, but the experience was a much more powerful and meaningful one for both if she were. I tasted my finger. Delightful. Then I stood. "Release me," I commanded the mother. Still on her knees, she unzipped my fly and reached in to retrieve my cock. I felt her long moist fingers wrap around me. She pulled me out, revealing my cock to her daughter. The mom started to frig me, trying to get me off right away, but I seized her hand and pulled it away. "That's for her," I said. My cock, stiff and throbbing, projected out of my pants at the young girl. I took one of her hands in mine and placed it on my cock. Her soft feminine hand caressed me, knowing instinctively what to do. I stroked her hair again, then down feeling the curve of her neck and shoulder. Her eyes glistened. She licked her lips. I gently but firmly pushed her down onto her knees, until her face was level with my cock. Mom stood up, ready to leave. "No," I said to her, "stay. I want you to watch." I pulled the girl's head closer. "Kiss it darling," I said. Laura's fresh. unpainted lips touched the head of my cock. She looked up at me. "Yes, that is just right. You're a good girl," I said to her. She kissed my cock, little kisses on the tip and over the head. I looked over at the mom. "Taste it too, darling," the mom said to her daughter. "Like they taught you in school." The girl's tongue came out and she licked me. I looked up at the mom, and out of the corner of my eye saw Barney with his own cock out, stroking it as he watched us. The girl licked harder, faster, like a cat washing herself. Down my shaft then back up. "Easy, darling," I said to her. "Sorry," she said, ever so politely. "That's OK, you'll learn. Now, open your mouth wide for me." The girl obeyed. I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer. My cock in hand, I guided Him into the sweet, fresh, small orifice until the head completely disappeared. "Now close your mouth." She did, and I felt her teeth scraping on the ridge behind my cock head. I could barely stand at this point, so excited was I. With my hand at the back of her head, preventing her from shying away, I thrust just a bit into her mouth, then pulled back, then thrust again. Each time a bit harder, a bit deeper. I wanted to feel Laura's throat, to gauge its fit around my cock, to test her reflexes. She gagged a bit, then coughed, but to her credit kept my cock inside. I thrust again, and felt the head of my cock lodge itself at the back of her mouth, the smallness of her young throat clutching at me, a premonition of that greater, deeper tightness I was about to violate. I signaled her to look up at me, and gently rocked back and forth in her throat as I gazed into her eyes, both hands holding her head. A weaker male would have cum right then, and spurted all his cum down her throat. But that was not me. I pushed her head back, and pulled her up onto her feet. I kissed her, tonguing and sucking her mouth, tasting my own cock inside her. A first penetration in the first of three orifices. "Undress her for me," I commanded the mom. She did so. Removing the girl's tie first, then unbuttoning her blouse. Her chest was flat and smooth, with only a gentle hint of swellings under her nipples. Mom unzipped the skirt, dropped it, and the girl stepped out of it, completely naked now except for her shoes. She started to unbuckle them, but I stopped her. "That's fine," I said, shooing her away. The girl stood open to my gaze, small, trembling, afraid, yet with her pussy split open at the seam, young flesh glistening from within. How was I going to do this? I asked myself, as I quickly stripped off my own clothes. I could take her outside, on the grass in the square, or on a park bench, but neither option appealed to me. Then I had an idea. I lifted her up under her arms and set her down on Barney's counter. I positioned her with her buttocks forward, at the edge of the counter. I caressed her feet and lower legs, then took hold of her calves, and gently spread her legs apart. She leaned back on her hands to stay upright as I stepped between her legs. My cock, hard, erect, throbbing, advanced in front of me. Her cunt was exactly at the right level. Perfect. I could reach every part of her body: head, neck, arms, chest and back, her ass and hips and legs and feet, and every orifice. By this point, Barney had the mom down on her knees sucking his cock. She couldn't really see what I was doing with her girl, so I told Barney to get her behind the counter and bend her over it. He could fuck her doggie style, in either (or both!) holes and she'd be right there to watch and help her daughter if needed. The girl was in a trance by this point, her whole being consumed by that all powerful mystery that animated the soul of all Chosen females, whether they willed it or not. She'd learned what to do in school and from her mom, but the education was almost superfluous. A Chosen female's instincts for release, the flight from the void, her impulse to abandonment and annihilation, took over. I engulfed her with my hands and arms and mouth, caressing, hugging, squeezing, kissing her everywhere. She felt so small and frail, so vulnerable, so open, so pliant to her fate. My cock poked at her belly, slid up and down on her stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum. I took her face in my hands, kissed her, thrust my tongue into her mouth. My hands caressed her sides, feeling her ribs through the flesh, felt her chest expand with her heavy breathing, her desire welling up through her. I pinched her baby nipples, felt the early swelling of her breasts, imagining how I would enjoy them as they grew to full womanhood, then filled with milk for her babies, then sagged in old age. I reached down past my cock to her girl-pussy, felt it's ripeness, split the seam further with a rude finger, then brought it up to my mouth -- and hers -- soaking wet. The mom was almost directly behind her, maternal tits out and bouncing as Barney rammed his cock up inside her. I dipped my finger into my girl's peach slit once again, then brought it up and inserted it into the mom's mouth, giving her a taste (not her first?) of her little girl's luscious cunt. I looked the girl in the eyes, stroking her hair. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Laur--," she began, but I stopped her with a hand over her mouth. It was time to give her a Chosen female's name. "No, your name from now on and forever is Chelsea," I said. "You must forget about Laura, and everyone else you know must forget about Laura. You belong to the village now and your village name is Chelsea." It was the law to give females, at the moment of being Chosen, new names. A custom had arisen, unsanctioned by law, but nearly as binding, to give them names common among strippers from before the Awakening. "My name is Chelsea," the girl repeated. "Say 'hi' to Chelsea," I said to the mom. "Hello . . . Chelsea," she responded, between thrusts from Barney's cock. We were ready. I wrapped my arm around Chelsea, low down on her back, to hold her securely, and took Him in hand. I rubbed the tip up and down in her slit. Thick cunt juices oozed out, lubing me. I pressed in, feeling along her slit for her cunt hole. I felt a small depression, a slight give of the flesh. I'd found it. I planted my feet firmly on the floor, leaned in a bit, and tightened my arm around her. As he saw that I was about to begin the catechism Barney, pulled his cock out of the mom's cunt and thrust it up her asshole. I peered closely into Chelsea's face. "Tell me what you are," I demanded. "I'm Chelsea, a Chosen female," she responded. She'd been taught well. "What else are you?" She hesitated, trying to remember her lessons as desire and lust and depravity swirled through her thoughts. "I don't know," she said. "Tell me what I am." "You are a cunt, Chelsea." "I am a cunt," she repeated. I pressed into her. I felt her hole give slightly under the pressure of my cock. "And what are you made for?" "I don't know, what am I made for?" "You are made for fucking." "Yes, I am made for fucking." I thrust again, a bit harder. I looked down to see His head inside almost to the ridge. Her bald pussy, seemingly split in half, squeezed me tightly in it's grip. A round peg rammed into a square hole. "You are a fuck hole. A Chosen fuck hole for your village." "I am a three hole fuck." I was ready. I tensed every muscle in my body. "What are you Chelsea?" "I am Chelsea, a cunt, a fuck hole, a three fuck hole whore, a dirty fuck pig made for my village's pleasure. I am Chelsea, a cunt, a fuck hole, a three fuck hole -- " I shoved Him hard inside her, ramming deep into her belly, at the same time yanking her toward with my arm, impaling her sweet young girl body on my raging cock. As my member rushed into her, I felt the hymen split, felt the narrow channel beyond give way, felt Him hurling forward slamming against her girl cervix. Chelsea screamed -- and so did her mom, cumming in both ecstasy and horror, Barney's cock in her ass and seeing mine up to the hilt into her little girl's belly. I clasped the girl to me, sperm pumping into her, like I'd never cum in my life. I felt the thick goo of my sperm mixing with the sticky hotness of her blood. I pulled Him out about half way, and thrust back in. And again, reaming out her delicious second fuck hole. Blood and cum streaked my cock. Her bones rattled as I pounded her. Then -- she came. A spasm around my cock, squeezing me nearly to passing out. Chelsea screamed again, this time in absolute pleasure, discovering the joys of her destiny. I thrust over and over again as she came, until I myself came a second time, adding another load of cum to the flood pouring out of the girl's torn cunt hole. She collapsed in my arms, sobbing. Later, after I'd made the mom suck Him clean and I myself had cleaned out the girl's gaping torn fuck hole with my tongue and mouth, then fucked all three of the mom's holes while the child watched, I carried her out into the street and down to Worship Hall. I deposited her there with the Priests and Nuns. I'd return in three days, as would all the other males who'd Chosen females, to take their third fuck holes during the great Initiation celebration. ___________________________________________________ You are free to repost this story, but only in it's entirety, including author's email address. 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