Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2024 19:15:45 +0000 From: Nifty Sisters Subject: Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 3) (Lesbian/Adult-Youth) Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 3) Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction written by my sister and me. Any similarity to persons, places, or things is entirely coincidental. If such stories are illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading immediately. Otherwise, we hope you enjoy! -Nifty Sisters --- I knew we had a bit of a hike ahead of us getting to the massage hut that was now seemingly more than ever intentionally hidden in the middle of the thick jungle. The elephant in the room for both of us was the lack of explanation for the strangeness we had just witnessed a few moments prior, albeit from differing perspectives. The other, smaller elephant in the room existed only in my head, and it was my curiosity about Clarissa, specifically regarding her motivations for what she had done to me. Despite trying not to think about it, my mind continued to imagine what could have prompted her to perform such an act, and I kept reaching the same conclusion. It would seem that she enjoyed what she did, and in more ways than wanting to be silly or just generally curious. But was it what I was thinking? Was that look I saw on her face actually lust or something similar? Did she get turned on from smelling and touching me? Could she even, at her age? "Can I ask you something?", I asked her as we continued walking down the path together. She turned her head to the left to look at me and replied, "What?" "I was just thinking... the other day before you saw my hut, you told me that you were glad that I didn't say anything to your mom about my idea. I asked you why, and you said that she wouldn't get it and that it was between us anyway. What did you mean about her not getting it?", I asked. She sighed a little and started to say back, "I don't know. I didn't want any questions about it or for her to think I was weird." "Why do you think that she would think you are weird?", I pressed. "Oh, come on...", she started to reply, "you said yourself that no one has ever done anything like that to you before. If she knew it wasn't a joke, she would have really wondered why." "I wondered why too, but it didn't make me think anything bad about you. Do you even know yourself why you wanted to?", I asked. She hesitated for a few moments, seemingly pondering my last question. She finally said, "When you first told me the idea, it made me feel strange. I thought you were just joking but I wasn't totally sure. And then I was curious about that and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to really try." "Smelling my feet?", I asked. "Yeah...", she replied quietly, blushing a little. "When you say that it made you feel strange, can you explain that? Like you felt silly or what?", I questioned. "No... not like that...", she started, "like, all over...", she added, trailing off at the end. "Like when you get butterflies in your stomach? Something like that?", I asked. She looked down and didn't respond, so I thought this would be a good time for a little reassurance. I said to her, "Clarissa... I know that we don't know each other very well yet, but I liked something that your dad said yesterday. About me being like the big sister you never had." Her head raised up and her bright blue eyes looked into mine. "I want you to know that you can trust me with anything, and I promise that I will never tell anyone something that you don't want me to, OK? I'm a good listener and nothing you tell me will make me think badly about you, just so you know. And it's fine if you don't want to talk about any of this, too. I just wanted you to know that. I will take care of my little sister!", I finished. "Thank you", she said heartwarmingly. I smiled at her and we took a few more steps and she surprised me with her next statement. "Yeah, it was like what you said. And like... I felt warm all over", she bravely added. My mind was spinning now because it sounded more and more like a possibility that this beautiful little girl had indeed been turned on from our encounter. I knew that hormones can start raging around her age but I guess I was mostly still in disbelief about it being caused by me, another girl, and by my scent of all things. I was about to ask her a brave question of my own, but she interrupted me right as my mouth was opening with, "Erica... something happened to me last night." "What do you mean? When?", I responded. "When I was in bed trying to fall asleep...", she said hesitantly, followed by, "I had that same feeling again because I was thinking about what I did to you and it was getting stronger and...", she trailed off. "That's very normal, don't worry. Sometimes just remembering things like that can cause that reaction", I replied, starting to feel my own butterflies forming from thinking about her lying in bed getting all flustered thinking about me. "And what?", I asked, trying to encourage her to finish her previous sentence. "I.... did something. And it made me feel so....", she said, trailing off again. "What did you do?", I asked softly, pushing but trying to be gentle about it. She let out a small sigh and hesitated for a few moments but finally said, "I felt my shirt accidentally tickle me a little bit and I was thinking about you at the same time. It was sooo weird." "Your shirt tickled you? Where?", I asked. I could see her blushing a little and she looked at me and pointed at her chest and looked at me with some doubt. "You mean your nipple?", I asked, now trying to conceal the fact that my own face was now getting flushed thinking about what the little masseuse girl had recently done to mine. She nodded in reply and added, "But then... I wanted to feel it again, because it felt so....", and she stopped. "It was one of the most amazing things you have ever felt, wasn't it?", I asked her, deciding to help her along. Her face lit up instantly and her eyes went wide. She quickly replied, "Yes!?" "Clarissa", I started to say, "That's perfectly normal and all that means is that you are like me." "What do you mean?", she asked, sounding very intrigued. I smiled and replied, "My nipples are one of the most sensitive parts on my body. A light tickle like that can be one of the best feelings ever." "I know", she said back quickly. "You do? How?", I asked curiously. "I wanted to see how it felt some more so I used my fingertip", she answered, somewhat shyly. I felt a warmth starting to radiate in between my thighs as my imagination depicted this cute blonde angel, alone in her bed at night, reacting with surprised delight to her first time ever feeling a hint of sexual pleasure she was giving herself with her little fingertip. I tried to shift my focus away from the idea but it was becoming increasingly difficult. "But like...", she startled me out of my thought as she continued speaking, "I was thinking about you at the same time", she said quietly. "What about me?", I asked very curiously while feeling another flutter in my stomach. Her cheeks flushed a bit more and she said slowly, "Thinking about the way the bottoms of your feet looked... and then about the smell when I started trying." There was no doubt in my mind now. Clarissa had experienced a new type of pleasure for what seemed to be the first time, and it was caused by me. I had a tiny iota of guilt cross through my mind as I thought about this, but I quickly realized that this was something she mostly endeavored to do herself and that I had little involvement in, other than laying still for her to satisfy her curiosity. "But then I had to stop because I accidentally made a noise and I thought my parents were going to come in my room", she added. "That wouldn't have been good", I said giggling a little, and continued, "Did you want to stop though?" She hesitated for a few moments and looked over at me and replied, "No, I didn't... It felt soooo good, that's why I made a noise, I just couldn't help it!", she said, sounding frustrated with herself. I reassured her once again about the normalcy of her body's reactions. But my own butterflies were fervently fluttering around now and causing the wheels of logic and good sense to not be turning as smoothly as they should have been. "I will tell you a secret since you were brave enough to share all of that with me, if you want to hear it and will promise not to tell anyone about it?", I asked her as my voice uplifted at the end of that question. "Yes, please tell me", she replied, her face lighting up and sounding very intrigued, "and I promise I won't tell anyone." I took a deep breath and said, "Yesterday morning, I had what they call a 'special' massage where we are walking to right now. I didn't know what it was since I had never even had a regular massage in my life. But like... I had to get attached to the table so I couldn't move at all and I was almost naked on top of it. They told me it was a cultural tradition so I went along with it." Her eyes went wide at this statement, and she exclaimed, "Oh my god, you were totally naked?", as her eyes looked me up and down. "Just about..." I replied, "I had on a small pair of red panties that didn't really leave much to the imagination, if you know what I mean." I could see her trying to visualize my words for a few moments and she finally asked, "What happened?" "The masseuse girl came out and gave me a very different type of massage, not like what you have probably seen on TV. She used her fingertips only and dragged them all over my entire body, so lightly that it tickled in a ton of places, but since I was attached to the table, I couldn't move or stop it from happening", I stated. "That sounds so scary!", she exclaimed. "It was for me too, at least at first. Mostly because I couldn't stop it. They even gagged my mouth too so I couldn't hardly speak, only mumble a little bit", I said. She looked bewildered but finally asked, "What do you mean at first?" Her gaze toward me changed a little bit with more than a slight hint of intrigue streaking across her face. It was then that I noticed my cheeks were burning, and that she likely noticed. "Well...", I started to say back, "I said that she tickled over my whole entire body like that without stopping for a long time, but she did avoid some places, like on top of the panties they made me wear." She looked somewhat horrified upon hearing this but at that moment I saw a flash go across her face and she quickly asked, "What about your nipples?" "Ummmm....", I started. "No way!", she quickly interrupted. I attempted to finish my thought, "She avoided my boobs and nipples the whole time until almost the very end, and that's when she started slowly tickling over my boobs but still not the nipples. Honestly, it was driving me completely crazy because like you discovered, having your nipples touched can create some pretty crazy feelings. But then she did start tickling over my nipples..." "Ohhhh...", she moaned quietly. "Yeah, and it was very little contact at first but it started happening more and more and then she was pretty much not tickling anything else after a while", I finished. She gulped. "How did it feel?", she asked with a hopeful face. I didn't yet know if she was ready to learn about other parts of her body and the bigger picture of things necessarily, so I tried to keep my response as simple as possible. "That's why I decided to tell you about this after you were brave enough to tell me what you tried last night", I said, and continued, "Sometimes I do to myself what you tried last night too, and for a long time even, and it feels so amazing. But when she did this to me with her little fingertips? It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I... had never felt so good in my life." "Oh my god", she said softly, appearing like she was trying to visualize. She then asked, "Little fingertips?" I must have had a concerning look on my face after she asked me that, since she immediately asked me if I was alright. "Yeah, I'm sorry...", I said, "It's still very weird for me too. The masseuse who did this to me... wasn't an adult." "How old was she?", Clarissa asked, with all the curiosity in the world. I replied, "I don't know for sure to be honest, but she was a little girl." "Like me?", Clarissa asked, making a bewildered face. "No...", I started to reply, "If I had to guess, she was probably half your age, maybe 5 or 6", and hung my head down a little. "Whoa", was her immediately reply. "I know", I quickly said back. She looked at me intently for few moments and asked, "And it was the best feeling like that in your life?" I now instantly regretted those earlier words even though they were regrettably true. "It was so weird and unexpected and I had no choice...", I started, "But yes, it felt so good that I almost couldn't stand it." My toes curled in the squishy Crocs as I tried to hold in a full-body squirm, as telling Clarissa about my experience had brought it back to the forefront of my memory, and I could almost feel those tiny fingertips grazing my desperate nipples for a split second. "Oh eww", I said aloud without thinking because of the feeling on my feet. "What?", Clarissa asked. "Oh, I just noticed how gross these shoes are already, sorry", I replied. Clarissa looked down on the smaller, but matching pair covering both of her feet. "I know, right?", she said, and added "Super sweaty..." I could see her toes wiggle inside them as she said that. Without explanation, I felt a gentle throb in between my legs. Looking back up at her, I said, "Now you see why I asked you to please keep that a secret. I don't know what would happen if anyone found out, but I'm sure that I would be in a lot of trouble." She looked at me solemnly and said, "I promise Erica!" I smiled at her and we took a few more steps together before she suddenly asked, "That's not the kind of massage I'm going to have today, is it?" "Oh, no!", I quickly started to reply, "I will make sure to tell them that you want a regular massage like the very first one I had which is pretty normal in every way, don't worry!" ending that statement with a laugh. "Oh... OK", was her short reply, which I found slightly strange. "What's wrong?", I asked. "I... would maybe try it?!", she squeaked. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to look at her. My unintentionally direct and shocked gaze made her instantly blush and lower her eyes. My legs wobbled and squeezed together while my toes curled into the moist shoes again as the implications of this sank in. My mind flashed on the image of Clarissa's limber little preteen body stretched out taut and tied inside the cutout of the table, almost naked, and with the little masseuse girl's fingertips ever so slowly caressing over her tiny nipples. And remembering what Clarissa told me about the effects of a couple seconds of touching that she tried last night, I could only imagine what I would be seeing in between her legs after the masseuse girl had spent a decent amount of time teasing her. I was now aware that my panties were sticking to my mound tightly. Every thought about Clarissa was burning in my mind and burning somewhere else as well. I knew that I shouldn't be having feelings like this concerning her. She is a girl, and worse, an eleven-year-old one who hasn't even hit puberty. Why was I having such a hard time fighting off these feelings that I was experiencing? "YOU NEED TO DO BETTER!", I screamed at myself internally, which fractured this thought process and allowed me to focus on her again. "Sorry," I immediately started to reply after composing myself as best as possible, "I don't think anything bad!" Her eyes looked back up and mine and I continued, "I am just.... VERY surprised to hear you say that. I don't think I would have said the same thing if I was in your place. I'm about twice your age and even I was really worried when it was happening to me." She looked at me and said with the simplest explanation, "But you would be there with me, right?" "Well yes, I would", I thought to myself, not sharing with her the fact that my presence observing who knows what might happen to her could likely become quite the personal moral conundrum, something I already had a taste of. My inner thigh muscles twitched from my first thought. I knew I wasn't discouraging her from this idea as much as I should have been attempting to, but the words to do so were not coming to me. Did I want to discourage her from trying it? "Of course I do", I told myself. "Yes, of course I will be there if you want me to be", I replied to reassure her. She smiled at me and we continued on our way. --- "Oh, cool!", Clarissa suddenly exclaimed as we rounded the final corner of the cobblestone path before the two massage huts became visible. "We made it!", I said back to her, trying to focus on anything other than our recent conversation. We approached more closely and as we were nearing the steps leading up to the door of the entry hut, Clarissa looked down. "Hey, the ground matches our shoes!", she said with a small chuckle, noticing that the color of the path changed to red. "Well, how about that", I said back with a hint of sarcasm, not directed at her of course, but at these stupid shoes that I couldn't stand. I added, "Inside and out around here, so many things are this same red color. I'm not really sure why actually. It's kind of strange." She looked all around and then straight up and seemed to be surprised how thick jungle was in this location, despite there being a small clearing to accommodate the huts. "It's a lot darker here, she said." I nodded as I pushed the door into the smaller welcome room open and entered with Clarissa trailing behind me. "Ah, hello special guests!", a Tahitian girl behind the desk exclaimed as she stood up with a smile. She was a new face to me, but like the other employees, she seemed to be in her mid-to-late 20s and was generally pleasing to look at. The ceiling fan turned slowly overhead as we both approached the desk. "Good morning...", I greeted the friendly-enough employee, "I was told that I have a massage scheduled at 10, so here we are." She looked down at some paperwork that was lower on the desk than I could observe, and then back up at Clarissa and me. "OK, which one of you is lucky girl for massage today?", she asked with a hint of a smirk. Clarissa and I looked at each other. Her eyes met mine, seemingly asking for permission, and I nodded at her. She looked at the girl at the desk and said somewhat quietly, "I am." The girl looked down at the desk and quickly back up and asked Clarissa, "Excellent, and you like normal or special massage?" I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck and gripped the desk involuntarily with my hands before looking at Clarissa. Her gaze met mine and again she was looking at me for what I guessed to be guidance, based on her look. I interrupted and spoke to the girl, "Can we have a minute to talk?" "Yes yes," the girl replied, and she motioned over at the chair near the window furthest from the door; the same chair I had first seen the little masseuse girl sitting on. I walked over in that direction and motioned with my head to Clarissa to follow me. She did and sat down in the chair, so I kneeled down on the floor next to it and started talking to her softly. "What do you think?", I asked. She looked at me with hesitation and said, "I was curious to try the special one but...", she started to trail off. "I understand", I replied, and added, "I need to tell you a little more about that before you decide, since you seem to be really considering it. I know that the feelings you told me about last night were very new to you. The special massage will be a lot like that except probably more than you can even imagine right now. It's all very normal and part of growing up, but also you should know that there is a good chance that you will start feeling things in another place in your body and start really needing attention there. You won't be able to think about anything else until that happens." I felt a fresh rush of my nectar dribbling out of me as I said these words to her. "Oh... ummm, really?", she asked. "What other place on my body are you talking about?" I looked at her angelic little face and into her piercing blue eyes and took a deep breath. "You're 11, almost 12, so I'm guessing that you're in 5th grade and had a bit of sexual education this year already, right?" She looked at me with a strange look but it quickly shifted into a smile and she giggled a little, saying "Yeah!" I flashed back to my own time in elementary school going through that class and how it seemed so ridiculous to me at the time. The teacher talked about general concepts such as where babies come from and all that, but without any practical information other than penis plus vagina equals baby. "Useless", I thought to myself. I looked at Clarissa and took a deep breath. "In between your legs. You will start to feel... and need things there", I stuttered. I could tell that her curiosity was through the roof at that moment judging by the expression on her beautiful face. I continued telling her, "It will be a lot for you to feel and understand at once. But if you feel like you really want to try it, the one thing you should know is that it's normal and natural and that it's nothing bad, despite what some people might try to tell you about it. And I will be here for you and ready to help if you need it." I didn't mean that last sentence in any sort of perverted way, but it reverberated around enough in my mind to cause me to further gush into my already drenched panties. This conversation certainly wasn't helping. "OK...", Clarissa started to say slowly, "I trust you, Erica. You said it was the best thing you ever felt. I think I want to try it...", she trailed off. "Are you sure?", I asked, "It's completely fine if you don't want to", I added softly. Her sapphires locked with mine and I was surprised by her suddenly determined gaze. "I want to feel what you felt", she said to me monotonously. Her sharp, pointed sentence made my whole body twitch. I nodded at her and stood up, offered her my hand to help her get up from the chair, and together we walked back over to the girl who had been waiting for us at the desk. Clarissa looked at me and then made direct eye contact with her and said, "I want the special massage, please." without breaking her glance. It was the first time that I saw one of the hotel employees react in a way that I would describe as "flustered", as I could tell she was trying to keep her composure after Clarissa's utterance and overtly direct gaze. "Yes, OK, very well...", the worker said, as an interesting smile appeared on her face. --- We were asked to wait for a few minutes while the room was prepared, so Clarissa walked over to and sat back in the chair she was previously sitting in. I sat down on the floor next to it with my back leaning against the wall of the hut with my legs straight out in front of me. I couldn't help but notice the stupid red Crocs again; my feet feeling more gross and slimy than ever now. I started to kick one of them off of my feet just as the worker girl emerged from the massage room. She looked over at me and startled both Clarissa and I by shouting at me, "No! You must keep on until she is ready!", she stormed over and pointed at the shoe on the ground. "Put back on now!", she shrieked. Clarissa grabbed my arm wondering what was happening and I put the shoe back on in an effort to de-escalate whatever was setting this girl off. Once it was back on, she calmly said, "Thank you much for that." I stood up and walked up to her as she was walking back to the desk and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and faced me and I quietly said to her, "What the hell was that all about? You scared that little girl. And who cares about my shoes?" My voice getting louder now, I added, "Speaking of shoes, where are my flip flops that I have been looking for since my first massage two days ago? Do you have a lost and found? I would really like them back so I don't have to wear THESE", as I pointed down at the ugly red Crocs. The worker girl now looked frightened because she could tell that I was not having it and also going into protective mode over Clarissa. "And I'm sorry, but who is not ready for what now? And what does that have to do with what shoes I'm wearing?", I added even more loudly. The worker girl's face almost went pale as she held up both arms in the air in an effort to seemingly quiet my voice. This was confirmed with her next utterance, in which she said, "Please! She will hear us!" I turned and looked back at Clarissa who was still on the chair where I had left her, staring at me with an equally puzzled look on her face, and then looked back at the now visibly frightened worker girl. "What is going on here?!", I asked sharply, my frustration peeking through my resolve. Before she could answer, the door to the interior massage room opened, and the little girl masseuse stepped out. My entire body instantly twitched when I saw her face and I froze in place. She was wearing western-style clothes again: a purple t-shirt; light-gray sweat shorts; and the red Crocs. I looked back at Clarissa to check on her and saw her eyes darting around the room, first observing the little girl and then her shoes, then looking back at me. The little girl masseuse silently looked at the worker girl with an odd, expressionless gaze, who then quickly started to walk toward and out the door leading to outside. Once the door closed, she turned to look at Clarissa, while walking past me and up to her with a smile. "Hello", she sweetly offered Clarissa, "You decided you want special massage?" Clarissa recognized who she was based on our earlier discussion and also remembered what her previous choice was, but her observation of all the theatrics that had just played out left her understandably hesitant. She looked at me with an extremely cautious look on her face. I think she was equally surprised at how young the masseuse girl was. I looked at the little girl and asked her, "What's your name?" "Mareva", she replied, adding, "In your language means 'dream of heaven'", as she smirked at me, sending shivers down my spine. "I like your name", Clarissa spoke to the little girl. Mareva broke her gaze with me and looked intently at Clarissa. "You are beautiful", Mareva said to Clarissa, studying her up and down even more carefully with her big, brown eyes. "I know what you need", she said, extending her hand, which Clarissa embraced. She shot me a quick look, and I shrugged back at her with my shoulders. Mareva led Clarissa by the hand into the interior massage room and I followed behind both of them. Without thinking, I closed the door behind me. Upon turning back around, I shivered at the image of Clarissa and Mareva standing in the foreground of the massage table which was oriented in the position necessary for the "special" massage to commence. Clarissa looked all around the room with a fascinated look on her face. Her gaze finally rested on the table on the raised, red platform in the middle of the room which she walked towards hesitantly. She stepped up onto the first step and her borrowed shoes perfectly matched and blended in with the color of the floor, along with the red leather inside the contoured cutouts of the table and the ropes used to securely trap someone inside it. On top of the red step stool in front of the table laid a small pair of red panties. My toes curled into the squishy shoes as I imagined them adorning Clarissa's otherwise naked little body. I jerked my head away and looked at the side of the room in order to shake this thought which popped into my mind without warning. Why couldn't I stop thinking about Clarissa this way? As I finished that question, my eyes focused on a flicker and I found myself staring at the three red candles on the small table in the far corner of the room. Like the last time I woke up here, only the left candle was lit, and the other two, descendingly shorter candles to the right were not. "Please, wear only these", I heard Mareva speak as my head quickly turned back towards them. Clarissa reached out and grasped the red panties from Mareva's outstretched hand and held them up and looked at them before turning to look at me. "You can change over there," I said pointing at the tri-fold screen that was against the wall, not knowing exactly how those words had just slipped out of my mouth. Clarissa slowly walked over to the side of the room and disappeared behind the privacy screen. My heart jolted in my chest as I realized what I would see when she finally emerged from behind it. Mareva stood next to the table and looked at me with her compelling brown eyes, while an almost-devious smile slowly crossed her lips. She maintained her gaze as she took a few steps in my direction and stopped in front of me, tilting her head up. Feeling a tinge of nervousness from not knowing what to expect, I didn't break eye contact with her and ended up looking down to hold her gaze. There was a hint of her smile getting bigger, and I noticed her right leg lifting up a little bit, followed by the thud of her kid-sized red Croc dropping straight to the floor. I glanced down at her now bare, slender foot and observed it moving towards the front my left leg. She pressed her toes down on the small part of the top of my foot that wasn't covered by the ugly shoe. I was immediately greeted by the feeling of intense smoothness and moisture as she dragged her toes lightly over my skin back and forth a few times. "Oh god", I actually mumbled out loud uncontrollably, completely surprised by the feeling and how much of a reaction it caused. My whole body shivered as feeling one of the smoothest parts of this child's body touch me again caused me to squeeze my legs together, causing my clit to twitch with pleasure. Goosebumps covered both of my arms and legs and I felt my nipples turn into rocks inside my sports bra. She smiled up at me and I saw her foot lift off the top of mine and slip back into her shoe. I felt the moisture remain on my skin where her foot had been placed. She broke her gaze and smile with me as she looked toward the corner of the room, and that's when I saw Clarissa reluctantly emerging from behind the privacy screen. I blinked, several times. And then some more. I was in complete awe as my eyes tried to focus on Clarissa in the less-lit area of the room. Her blonde pigtail braids dangled down the front of her bare, smooth chest, rocking back and forth from side to side with her footsteps as she moved closer to Mareva and me. I could only see hints of her developing breasts inside her previous clothing, but now I could see the smallest puffs starting to protrude with the smoothest looking pink nipples which were only a little larger than Mareva's. Her stomach was flat and beautiful, adorned by the cutest innie belly button. Doing my best to avoid looking in between her legs, my gaze fell to the floor as I noticed she still had the red Crocs on. "Maybe she doesn't want her toes to get cold", I thought to myself. I started looking up, admiring her smooth, tanned, and hairless legs. I could now see quite a bit more above her knees with the absence of a dress. My eyes reached her creamy-smooth looking thighs which were a little paler than her lower legs and sharply contrasted with the bottom edge of the red panties. I had been trying not to glance at the panties in between her legs, fearing that they would be almost completely sheer in the front like the pairs Mareva and I had previously worn. I knew that I was going to have a problem if that were the case and I happened to look. I couldn't understand why though, but I felt that I would end up giving in again to insatiable, terrible desires. I was struggling internally to keep looking away but the curiosity inside me was burning like a lit candle underneath my palm. I was startled out of my thoughts when I heard a giggle. My eyes met Clarissa's and she was only a few steps away from us now, with a smile on her face. "What do you think?", she asked as she posed her hips forward, drawing attention to the panties. I couldn't help but giggle with her a little, surprised at her silly reaction and attitude towards a situation which for me had been much more nerve-wracking. "You are beautiful Clarissa, from head to toe", I said while feeling my cheeks turning red. "Sweaty toes!", she exclaimed, giggling more and showing me her braces. "Oh yeah?", I asked. "Yeah", she went on, "It's the Crocs. I had to take them off to change but I put them back on after and it was super obvious." "Lucky you!", I joked. "It's not like yours are any better", she said to me, almost dreamily. My eyes immediately went in between her legs for reasons unknown to me, but seemingly prompted by her last comment. My fears were justified as I had a perfectly clear view of her plump little slit, completely devoid of any hair. My toes curled forward aggressively again, trying to fight off a wave of lustful temptation that drenched me. "You can get in now", Mareva's voice said as she pointed at the table while looking at Clarissa, breaking my gaze at Clarissa's preteen mound and my taboo thoughts. Clarissa stepped up onto the step stool, still in her red Crocs, and I caught a glimpse of a small bubble butt as it plopped into the largest cutout, before bringing her legs up in front of her and positioned in the respective cutouts which were already spread apart. She then laid backwards and lined up her arms in the correct places, also previously outstretched. It appeared like she had done this a hundred times before. Mareva started tying the rope restraint which crossed Clarissa's waist. While doing so, she looked up at me, at the two ropes by Clarissa's slender ankles, and then back at me again. I positioned myself in front of both of Clarissa's feet in preparation for helping tie the ropes, and looked up at Mareva and asked, "Should her shoes come off?" "Yes, please remove", Mareva replied, still focused on the knot she was currently strengthening on the outside edge of the table. I lifted up Clarissa's right ankle from underneath and pulled the shoe off and placed it on the ground, still holding her ankle. When my nose was about vertically level with the bottom of her now bare foot, I was hit with an intense smell. Turning to look at her bare sole and toes from the bottom for the first time, I was quite surprised by not only how moist they were, but also how incredibly smooth they appeared. I almost wanted to take a step back from the smell, however. "Oh wow, these shoes...", I trailed off in disbelief while setting Clarissa's right ankle back down and starting to repeat the process to get her left foot bare. "Do they stink?", Clarissa asked. "Yeah, they really do...", I replied in a gentle tone, trying my best not to make her feel self-conscious, "but it's just the shoes. We know that." Mareva now worked on Clarissa's wrist ropes while I tied the ones around her ankles. We finished around the same time and Mareva retrieved from under the table the red ribbon which was to be used as a gag. When Mareva slid the end of it through the hole next to Clarissa's right cheek, she asked, "Is that what goes over my mouth?" I nodded at her and she gave me a look of acknowledgement. I spaced out a little while waiting for Mareva to finish tightening the gag over Clarissa's beautifully smooth, plump lips. I found myself glancing at the right side of her hip which was covered by the red panties. On them, I noticed a tiny zipper which was nearly invisible. I probably wouldn't have even noticed it if I hadn't been inadvertently staring at it for a few moments. "That's interesting", I thought to myself, wondering if the pairs Mareva and I had been wearing had the same feature. I also wondered why panties would need a zipper on the side of them. My mouth opened slightly after a few moments as my critical thinking finally kicked in and answered that question for me. It would allow the panties to be removed without Clarissa being untied. But then again, mine were never removed. Mareva stepped back and I looked at Clarissa from head to toe, now fully tied to the table and gagged. It was eerily similar to my earlier flash of this scene which I had envisioned in my mind's eye. Her pink nipples had tiny bumps on them that were standing straight up, and Mareva was holding her fingertips in front of Clarissa's face. There was no denying that my panties were still drenched at this point, if not more than before, despite all my efforts to continually fight the taboo thoughts about Clarissa that I couldn't seem to shake. She was gorgeously stunning when fully clothed, but now that she was almost completely exposed with all her slender limbs tightly secured and spread apart, I felt a burning in between my legs in anticipation for the fire that would likely soon be raging between hers. "You will do her legs for now", Mareva said, her child voice snapping me out of my fantasy. I nodded at her. I took a deep breath and positioned myself in between Clarissa's spread legs and reached both arms out and hovered them over her knees, waiting for Mareva to start. Mareva first dropped her magical fingertips on the undersides of Clarissa's arms beneath the palms of her hands, which were tied face up inside the table. Simultaneously, my fingertips connected with the tops of her knees and I did my best to mimic the lightest caresses Mareva was gliding up and down the undersides of Clarissa's arms with. Clarissa immediately started twitching and giggling into the gag. "It ticklessssssssss, ahhhhhhhhh!", she mumbled through her laughs which were now getting stronger. Mareva continued lightly tickling with her fingertips down both of Clarissa's arms and as she was approaching her armpits, Clarissa started reacting more loudly, "Ohmygod noooooo, not my armpits pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease, they are soooooo ticklishhhhhhhh!", she mumbled almost incoherently through a ton of giggles. I had been trying to ignore it, but the longer this went on for, I found myself confused by the fact that I was almost enjoying seeing Clarissa squirm around and listening to her muffled laughs and pleads. And reflecting on this thought a little further, I realized that I wasn't enjoying it like I was watching a comedy. I was enjoying it, feeling tingles and throbs in between my legs from observing this helpless preteen girl giggle uncontrollably while being teased by four hands simultaneously caressing her. I gasped to myself with this realization, but my fingertips were unwilling to stop their onslaught on Clarissa's smooth, bare skin. Her little girl laughter was so addicting and I felt like I was losing control. I tried to tell myself that tickling is innocent enough. "Your armpits are ticklish hmmmm?", I teased her, giving her a smirk. "Yesssssssssssss!", she mumbled back. "Are your feet ticklish too?", I asked with a sly smile. Her blue sapphires went wide and burned into mine while a look of panic shot across her face. "Ohmygod please noooooooooooooooooooooo, they are so bad!", she came back with. "Don't worry", I said coyly, "I won't tickle them..." I waited for her face to relax slightly and added with a smirk, "too much, anyway." I felt another small thrill as a look of panic crossed her face again and I winked at her while she objected with loud mumbles through the makeshift gag. Mareva's fingers were now right above Clarissa's armpits so I had my fingertips dragging over and around Clarissa's lower legs right above her ankles. As soon as Mareva's fingers crossed over and into the cute folds of Clarissa's still naturally hairless armpits, she shrieked into the gag and her whole body was squirming, testing all of the ropes. I knew very well that she wasn't going anywhere, however. I dragged my fingertips over the tops of both of her feet, resulting in her legs twitching and toes curling. I traced around to the bottoms and realized they were still moist from the Crocs. They were also incredibly smooth and I was once again jealous of her perfect eleven-year-old skin. With me ever so lightly dragging my fingertips along the bottoms of her feet and Mareva teasing her armpits, Clarissa's whole body was soon shaking and squirming as she continued pleading more and more into the gag, unable to escape or stop the feelings we were causing for her. The intensity of the throbbing in between my legs only increased now that Clarissa's struggle intensified. It seemed her only revenge against me was the fact that I was pretty much constantly having to smell her feet since I was touching them and had to be adjacent to them to force her to continue enduring this. I worried about my fingertips smelling afterwards. Oddly, I wasn't finding the smell as repulsive as I had earlier, despite smelling it much more. The smooth skin my fingertips danced over on her soles and little toes almost reminded me of the texture of my nipples; I shivered hard upon having this thought. It crossed my mind that this experience might be a bit too mean for Clarissa's prepubescent body to withstand. After all, this wasn't quite the same "special" massage that I had received from Mareva. While Mareva wasn't actually trying to tickle Clarissa like I had started doing, at least to my knowledge, her fingertips in certain places were nonetheless having that effect because Clarissa seemed to be a lot more ticklish than I was. And then I was taking advantage of that fact and doubling the sensation, actually going out of my way to make sure it tickled her, and a lot. But as I was starting to doubt myself more, while looking up towards her armpits to discern what Mareva was currently doing, I noticed something. Staring back at my face was the tiniest bit of discoloration on the front of Clarissa's red panties. There was a tiny circle near the bottom of her slit that slightly glimmered in the dim daylight shining through the skylight. My mind raced and my thoughts raged internally as I realized that this limber little eleven-year-old was getting wet from being teased by two other girls. Instantly, I felt a rush of moisture in between my own legs and my entire body shuddered heavily. I also sensed that my panties that I was wearing today were not going to be able to contain this abundance of excess moisture for much longer. My toes curled forward as well, covering them in more sweat. My eyes were finally distracted from the beautiful, glistening dot that had appeared on the panties by the detection of Mareva's fingertips, not far in the background, occasionally starting to tickle outward from Clarissa's armpits and over her upper chest. While my fingers continued their torturous tickling of her soles and toes despite her continuous uncontrollable laughs and protestations, I noticed Mareva's tracing pattern for Clarissa's chest was different than what she had performed on mine. Based on her position, I could occasionally observe the laser-focused look on Mareva's face as she dragged her agonizingly soft, child fingers over Clarissa's taut skin. Seeing it reminded me of my turn, which made my toes and fingertips curl involuntarily, prompting Clarissa to yelp cutely into the gag from the harsher tickle I accidentally gave her. However, I recomposed my gentle sole caresses while simultaneously trying to discern Mareva's new pattern. She lined up four fingertips on each hand in a straight line and held them tightly together. They were first positioned like that in Clarissa's armpits vertically before spreading out and across her chest somewhat quickly. When both of her hands met in the middle, both sets of lined-up fingertips would retreat in the opposite direction, except about ten times more slowly, and end up exactly back where they started. All together, they would then move about the thickness of a single finger downward, and repeat the process. Because Mareva started this pattern just below Clarissa's neck and was moving downward, I gathered that it wouldn't be too long before Clarissa's rubbery, pink nipples would get lightly grazed over; first quickly, and then very slowly a second time as both sets of fingers retreated back over the same path they took to meet in the middle of her chest. I counted each pass, noticing the warmth in between my legs become increasingly overwhelming as I watched the pattern repeat six times across Clarissa's upper chest. I wondered how well she was able to focus on it while I continued to attack her smooth soles with fingertip grazes of my own, resulting in her continuing to squirm around and fight the restraints of the table that were holding her almost perfectly in place. On Mareva's sixth pass, her lowest fingers were less than a fingertip's width away from gliding over Clarissa's tiny bumps, and were already gliding over her growing breast buds. I reasoned that Clarissa had to be feeling how close they were, given my experience where I was squirming from each caress so close to my aching nipples but still a world away. I remembered the fire burning in between my legs at that moment and hoped that Clarissa was experiencing something similar. The seventh pass started on Clarissa's bare chest and my heart raced as I observed Mareva's little brown fingers glide closer and closer to the two little rocks poking upright from the middle of Clarissa's swells. The gag was tight, but not tight enough to prevent Clarissa's neck from slightly arching up in the air at that moment from being overwhelmed from my tickling. I bit my lip, watching the fingers get closer and closer. Finally, Clarissa experienced the feeling of another girl's intense smoothness caressing over her developing nipples for the first time. Her head reactively slammed back down onto the thick, soft pad in the cutout and I felt her toes curl forward and come into contact with my wrists as I continued to tickle her. The quick caress was so teasingly short, however, and it wasn't until Mareva's fingers started sliding backwards painfully slowly and over Clarissa's nipples again that I heard a tiny whimper come out of her soft lips and into the gag. It was one of the most beautiful sounds my ears had ever heard. At that moment, I felt moisture on my inner thigh outside of my panties. The next three iterations of Mareva's pattern resulted in Clarissa's now rock-hard little nipples being lightly caressed over another six times before the pattern was low enough on her chest to start missing them. Being an intelligent girl, prior to that, she started being able to predict when the gentle caresses were imminent, and either her toes would curl slightly or she would make small sounds into the gag through the laughs. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh", she groaned out of frustration with an almost animalistic sound once she realized that Mareva's fingers were below her nipples and that the touches would not be happening for a while since the pattern continued downward with the goal of caressing over Clarissa's entire belly. As the traces drifted lower, uncontrollable ticklish reactions would occasionally be triggered, and I could directly observe Clarissa's hard abdominal muscles contracting and releasing from the constant teasing sensations not only there, but also on the bottoms of her slippery feet. Watching the cute wrinkle appear and disappear between her eyebrows was hypnotic to watch as this little girl was relentlessly teased, tickled, and unable to stop her laughs and groans into the gag. It became apparent to me that observing her suffering was quite the tease for me personally as well, my thighs now slippery enough to feel gobs of my nectar dripping down them. My lust from watching this beautiful preteen angel endure this caused my mind to wander and imagine other ways to intensify her struggling. I paused the tickling on her soles and moved my fingertips first to the tops of her feet, gently caressing over them, but then all the way up the top of her legs to her kneecaps before returning back down to the tops of her ankles. Once the tickling stopped on her soles, she was able to stop laughing enough to lower her head down, relax her twitching muscles, and catch her breath. Giving her a few moments to recover, I started to talk to her. "Poor Clarissa, it seems like your feet are just sooooo ticklish", I cooed, and continued, "Do you want more tickles on the bottoms of them?" "Noooooooooooooooo pleeeeeeeeeease", she whined through the gag, pleading. "What if I told you that you could have 10 seconds of having your nipples rubbed if you agreed to have these cute little feet tickled at the same time?", I asked teasingly. There was a moment of silence from her and she was seemingly pondering my question. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph", she groaned into the gag, seemingly involuntarily. "Hmmm, that sounds like a yes to me", I said seductively, as I borrowed a single fingertip and gave the underside of her toes on her right foot a quick caress across them. Clarissa's head tilted up slightly, fighting the gag holding her head in place, and her bright blue eyes were wide and locked with mine, with a familiar look of panic spreading. I lifted my hands up and off her lower legs and positioned both of my hands near the bottoms of her feet. "Are you ready?", I continued to tease. Looking back, it was surreal at the time. I was lost in a sea of lust; lust for Clarissa to experience what I did during my first massage, and then some. I had tried and fought so hard to resist my unexplainable urges concerning her, but at some point, raw desire for her consumed me, and now I wanted to see her limber little body experience its first sexual pleasure and release while enduring as much suffering as possible. Her whimpers, moans, and begging were music to my ears that I couldn't get enough of. Knowing that it was a much younger girl and a much older girl teasing her hungry body simultaneously with her being unable to stop it only made it all the more thrilling in that moment. My fingertips connected with the bottom of her smooth soles with little tickles and her whole body immediately jerked from the contact as she grunted loudly, her muscles immediately flexing uncontrollably. At the same time, Mareva's little fingertips abandoned their pattern over Clarissa's flat stomach and landed directly on top of Clarissa's burning nipples, which started receiving the lightest rubs back and forth across them. "Oh goddddddddddddd", Clarissa moaned almost incoherently into the gag after I started counting out loud, "One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand..." While I counted slowly, I observed the taut muscles in her thighs starting to twitch reactively from feeling constant nipple rubbing for the first time as opposed to quick, teasing grazes. My eyes landed on the red fabric in the middle of her thighs and I shivered as I saw that her delicious wet spot had grown to about the size of a half dollar. The sheer red fabric was now sticking tightly to her smooth mound in that spot as a result. I could only imagine how her little clit was probably throbbing at this exact moment from feeling burning, unrelenting fingertips on her nipples while still being forced to have her feet tickled at the same time. Oh, how badly I wanted her to be so overwhelmed by the throbbing there. "...ten one-thousand!", I said, finishing my slow count to ten. Mareva's fingertips immediately resumed their pattern lower down on Clarissa's milky smooth belly and mine came off of Clarissa's soles and went back to tracing up and down her lower legs. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh", Clarissa released into the gag, followed by another whimper. "Awwwww", I said pathetically, "Does someone want more of that?", I teased. As I finished that question, Mareva's fingertips moved quickly to Clarissa's nipples and traced over them a single time before resuming her pattern lower down. Clarissa shrieked loudly into the gag upon feeling this, and her toes on both feet twitched forward with a quick jolt before releasing. "Pleeeeeeease!", Clarissa begged. "Please what Clarissa, tickle your feet again? For longer this time?", I asked menacingly. It was the first time I saw a hint of anger on Clarissa's face, despite the gag concealing most of her mouth. She glared at me with her piercing sapphires, with a frown that only the brattiest preteen girl can pull off. "Yesssss.... FINE!", she snapped angrily into the gag, followed a few moments later by, "Pleeeeeeease..." "Well...", I started, "because you said please!" The look of anger disappeared on Clarissa's face as my fingertips moved back down to her twitching soles and started another delicate onslaught on her porcelain skin. Like clockwork, Mareva's little brown fingers moved up and started to dance over Clarissa's tiny diamonds again. Another, almost-inhuman sound was expelled into the gag as Clarissa's whole body shivered and twitched as the teasing touches and tickles overwhelmed both extremes of her torso. "One one-thousand, two one-thousand...", I again started counting. Looking down at my fingertips sliding across the bottoms of her toes, I noticed a darker blue spot on my jean shorts in between my legs; I had completely soaked through the front of them. I knew in that moment that I shouldn't be doing this to Clarissa's developing body even if she wanted it, but I didn't care. I had a thirst that couldn't be quenched for her desperation and the beautiful sounds of her almost naked body suffering from what was being done to her. "...ten one-thousand!", I repeated again like earlier, but as Mareva's fingertips left Clarissa's soft nipples, my fingertips sliding across her toes and soles did not cease. "Noooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeeease stopppppppp", she protested into the gag. "No no", I said slyly, "You said you wanted more feet tickling so you get another ten seconds of it! One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand...", I replied as my fingertips continued assaulting her with tickles. As I finally reached my count to ten which I purposely made slower, I said to her, ".....aaaaaaaand TEN!". As my fingertips gave her soles the last tickles before my hands moved away, Mareva again gave each Clarissa's nipples a single graze. "Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Clarissa whimpered into the gag, complete with a whole-body squirm, now only feeling fingertips on her lower legs and across her belly. Attempting to quickly address a tiny itch that had developed under my nose, I borrowed a hand and tried to satisfy it with a quick scratch of a fingertip. It worked, but this brought Clarissa's very fresh feet scent immediately to my nose. "Oh, you stinky girl", I teased Clarissa as she watched me. Strangely, I felt quite a severe throb in between my legs as these words left my lips. It was intense enough to seemingly cause me to have some sort of facial expression, which Clarissa noticed as she continued to watch. "But you like this smell!", I exclaimed with a hint of surprise, not even knowing where these words were coming from at this moment. The same fingertip lowered back down to her feet and I dragged it slowly along the bottoms of her toes but then stopped, eliciting a small giggle from her. I started walking around the right side of the table, approaching her head. Mareva in the meantime was continuing to lightly drag her fingertips all over Clarissa's belly, still causing occasional twitches and giggles. However, Clarissa was more focused on what I was doing at that moment, and her bright blue eyes were locked with mine as I approached closer. When I was standing next to her face, I held my slightly moist fingertip towards her head and placed it directly under her small, cute nose. At that moment, two of Mareva's tiny fingertips returned to Clarissa's erect bumps, causing Clarissa to squeal, close her eyes tightly, and her thighs to squeeze together. I now felt her breath on my fingertip as she was making an effort to deeply inhale and exhale. "Ohmygodddddddddddd.....", escaped from her lips quietly as she endured both sensations. I held my fingertip in place, letting her smell for close to 20 seconds, with Mareva's fingertips dancing excruciatingly lightly in conjunction with my offering. During this time, I caught Mareva's glance and a small smile appeared on her face. "She needs something", she mouthed to me almost inaudibly, while her fingertips continued caressing. I looked at her with a slightly puzzled look, but deep down I knew what she meant, even if Clarissa didn't understand herself quite yet. Like she had with me previously, this five or six-year-old little girl now knew when Clarissa's sexual desperation was becoming too overwhelming. My smelly fingertip was pulled away from her nose right as Mareva's nipple tickles stopped. Clarissa's entire torso again shivered incredibly hard, and her blue eyes opened and looked straight up at the skylight, seemingly having trouble focusing. "Unnnnnnnnnnh", she softly groaned and exhaled into the gag. I moved a few steps back towards her feet and was now in front of her little breasts. I watched Mareva's fingertips resume their pattern lightly dragging over Clarissa's stomach, and my eyes were locked on Clarissa's rock-hard bumps which were now within reach of my hands. Without saying anything, I reached across her chest with both hands and allowed my fingertips to graze over the beautiful pink nipples that centered on top of her tiny, puffy breast buds for the first time. I was not expecting the rubbery smooth feeling of her tiny nipples to have such a profound effect on me, but my toes curled in my sweaty shoes and I felt my knees becoming weak for a few seconds, knowing how much pleasure I had just caused to course through her eleven-year-old body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Clarissa moaned softly into the gag from the relentless teasing. After collecting myself from my reaction, I made fun of her, "Awwww, it sounds like you need a lot more of that, how sad." She let out a small whimper after I finished that sentence. Mareva lifted her tiny hands off of Clarissa's tight stomach and walked down the left side of her and turned around and stepped in between her legs. She met my gaze and immediately looked at the side of Clarissa's panties where I knew the zipper was, and then back at me. I put together what I was being instructed to do, so I left Clarissa's left side and walked around the top of her head and back around next to her right hip. I had a better view of the small red panties generally now and realized that Clarissa's little pussy had completely soaked through them, much like I had previously, with her thighs glistening in the light from her slick juices that were spread across them. I didn't even realize that a girl her age could make a mess quite like that. My heart fluttered when I considered that her clit had never been touched before. Concerningly without too much reprehension, I witnessed my hand reach forward and grab onto the top of the thin, red fabric resting against her right hip, and with my other hand, grasping the almost invisible end of the zipper and sliding it downward until the two sides were separated from each other. Another shiver went up my spine as I was about to make this blonde angel completely naked. I pressed a single finger gently down onto her lower stomach, halfway between her belly button and clit. "Lift up", I ordered her. Her eyes met mine and she hesitated for a split second but I saw her hips wiggle slightly as she made an effort to raise them, despite being mostly blocked by the tight red rope that was still secured over her waist. With her hips relieving the pressure on the bottom of her panties, I peeled one side up and across over her towards her left side and let the end of it drop from my grasp. Simultaneously, I tugged on the other end that I was holding with my left hand and managed to completely pull them out from underneath her. As I finished this process, the panties fell down along my wrist and I felt her wetness come into contact with my skin via the panties. My clit throbbed angrily for attention with that feeling, and looking down, the front of my jean shorts looked like I had spilled a glass of water on them. My gaze next met Clarissa's beautiful, bare pussy. With the somewhat-concealing wet panties removed, I could see how rubbery smooth and puffy the skin of her most sensitive area was, as well as observe her tiny clit poking out from in between the top of her tight, elastic lips, seemingly desperate for attention. The entire area was slick from the panties holding the moisture in and spreading it around as she squirmed from being tickled and teased. A dribble was coming out of the bottom of her tiny hole as I was glancing, about to join a larger dribble that had previously rolled out and was on its way down her smooth crack, making it more and more slippery along the way. I was fighting a very bad urge to reach out and give her virgin clit the tiniest rubs that I could see it throbbing for. My astonishment from seeing her naked preteen body was shaken as Clarissa was suddenly squirming, shaking, and giggling into the gag again, pleading, "Nooooooooooooooo pleeeeeeease not again!" I glanced downward and saw Mareva's tiny fingertips gliding up and down over Clarissa's bare soles, sending Clarissa into an uncontrollable flurry of reactions. I felt a wicked smile cross my face and I took a step to the left and closer to Clarissa's face and reached out two fingers towards her rock-hard nipples. "Awwww, it looks like someone needs some more feet tickling!", I teased her, as my fingertips gave both her nipples and the entirety of her developing mounds the lightest caresses all around. Clarissa groaned hungrily into the gag and I observed her thighs twitch when my fingertips connected. "Mmmmmm, it feels so good on your nipples, doesn't it?", I cooed, rubbing her tiny dots while her limber body thrashed around, almost violently at times. "Do you know what else you need?", I started, "I think you need to smell some stinky feet, don't you?" "Yessssssssssssss! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE", she screamed into the gag, surprising me, followed by a whimper which almost sounded like she was about to start crying. I felt the smelly sweat completely covering my feet and toes in both of the nasty red Crocs I was wearing. I stopped tickling Clarissa's nipples when Mareva removed her fingertips from Clarissa's perfect soles, eliciting another shriek from her caused by the sudden loss of contact. As I was about to look at Mareva for guidance, I caught her gaze looking at me, her big brown eyes shooting me a look that gave me goosebumps. Clarissa was still softly moaning and squirming despite all of our fingertips being removed from her aching, well-teased body. Mareva walked to the right side of the table and hit something with her foot underneath. I watched with surprise as the entire table with Clarissa strapped in it descended slowly downward to the floor and stopped gently about a foot away from it. Mareva looked in my direction again, then at the step stool, and then back at me again. Getting better at deciphering her looks, I picked up the step stool and placed it on Clarissa's right-hand side near her upper chest, not far from where I had just been standing. I realized now that if I sat on the step stool, the massage table was low enough for me to be able to lift up a leg and connect a sweaty sole with Clarissa's face. My rational self would have immediately thought this was the grossest thing ever, but with how I was feeling at that moment, and knowing what Clarissa somehow loved the exaggerated stink that these ugly shoes caused, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my slippery toes around her nose and force her to smell them while attacking her aching dots with the lightest rubs, hopefully making her clit throb enough to create a desperate sexual agony unlike anything she had ever experienced. As I was starting to seat myself, I noticed Mareva's hands slightly underneath the table pieces that were spread out and holding both of Clarissa's legs open. I heard a click sound from both sides caused by something she was doing, and then saw her push up on the bottom of each table piece right below Clarissa's knees. I watched in astonishment as I discovered that the leg pieces of the cutouts were jointed in the middle, and now both of Clarissa's legs were not only spread apart, but bent at the knees and in the air, bringing her feet much closer to her waist. This process also slightly rotated the pieces outward, causing Clarissa's legs to spread open further, opening up her tiny slit and displaying all of its rubbery, bright red, and now-gooey innards. Mareva sat cross legged on the floor facing Clarissa's glistening mess, her head just a few inches away from it. A tinge of jealousy flashed across my mind, and seeing her positioned in such a way so teasingly close to Clarissa resulted in another gush and throb in between my legs. I now realized that the portion of my jean shorts that I was sitting on was completely drenched from my own burning pussy. I still couldn't comprehend why or how badly I wanted this beautiful, nearly-adolescent girl. "Unnnnnnnnnnnnh", Clarissa moaned and twitched, breaking me out of my thoughts. She grit her teeth momentarily while twitching and the gentle light from the skylight above the table glimmered off her turquoise braces. "Awww, is poor Clarissa desperate for some super stinky feet?", I teased her, as I wiggled my toes around in all the sweat and started slipping my foot out of my left shoe. I observed Clarissa's gaze catch my leg as it was en route to her cute, round face. Her eyes locked with my sole and her eyes closed as I pressed my foot down in such a way that her nose was directly underneath my sweaty toes, in the curve between them and the ball of my foot. Feeling her immediately heavy breathing made me flash back in my mind to our brief encounter yesterday when I first learned what such a thing felt like. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh", she whimpered into the gag as I dragged my toes slightly from side by side, each toe bumping back and forth across her nose, making sure to get both it and her lips wet with the sweat that her little pussy would soon be burning uncontrollably for. "Do you like that stink? Do you need touches somewhere else too at the same time?", I taunted her. "Godddddddd pleeeeeeeease yesssssssssss", she mumbled with a deep exhale and with her little ab muscles flexing harshly. "No problem, we will let you enjoy that stink as long as you want while you get the touches you need in another place", I said, with an evil grin on my face before looking down at Mareva who was watching us. I had a feeling that I knew why Mareva wanted to bend Clarissa's legs up at the knees. Both of Clarissa's feet were in close proximity to Mareva's sides, and I bit my lip in expectation of what was coming as I saw the little brown fingertips inching closer to Clarissa's bare, exposed soles. Clarissa screamed into both the gag and the bottom of my sweaty foot, her back arching as much as it could up into the air against the rope holding her waist from moving, as Mareva's fingertips started lightly tickling her creamy smooth soles and toes. It was another moment where I genuinely felt slightly bad for her, as all semblances of coherent sounds disappeared from Clarissa's utterances as she laughed, twitched, screamed, moaned, and grunted into the gag, unable to stop what was happening to her, with her only source of air being the stink under my toes. Mareva and I continued doing this to her for approximately two minutes before I noticed some unfamiliar movement. Clarissa's hips, seemingly involuntarily, had started bucking back and forth in the table. Her body knew what it needed even if she didn't. I was thrilled and my clit throbbed from knowing that her suffering from the tickling, combined with my stink, was being felt so strongly in between her legs. "Pleeeeeeeeeeease!", surprisingly coherently escaped from Clarissa's mouth and into the bottom of my arch that was pressed on top of the gag over her lips. "Please what, Clarissa?", I asked while giving her two rock-hard nipples a single press with my fingertip before removing it. "Ohgoddddddddddd, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!", she whimpered more and more, as the inferno in between my own legs blazed hotter and hotter. "Well...", I started, "You're a nice girl so I guess you deserve something nice too...", and after saying that, placed my two fingertips back directly on top of her tiny nipples, pushing the rock-hard bump down, and holding them there in place while I finished my thought, "Do you want some nipple tickles while you smell my stinky feet and have yours tickled?" "Y... Y.... Mmmm... YES", she struggled to whimper through a ton of laughs and shivers, her entire body now uncontrollably shaking while her thighs continued twitching. Another small grin crossed my lips as I started my fingertips sliding back and forth across her silky nipples. I would caress them back and forth in one direction for a while, then change directions, or sometimes trace little circles directly on the tops of or around her aching little bumps. No matter what I was doing, I made sure that the contact was continuous. It wasn't long before the sounds of animalistic grunts, yelps, gasps, and moans filled the room, as the forced sensory overload left her completely unable to focus enough to form words or requests. Her body, however, I could tell was starting to struggle very much for something else. From my position, I could see her tiny clit poking out like a rock and throbbing almost in unison with the involuntary twitches of her thighs. I didn't even know that such a thing was possible for a preteen, and my own clit was melting from watching hers shake out of desperation. It was then that I looked slightly up from marveling at the beauty of Clarissa's trembling pussy and saw Mareva with that pouty look on her face that she had given me before releasing my hand during my "special" massage, complete with a puffed out bottom lip. I wasn't sure what to expect however, knowing that Clarissa probably had never touched herself based on our discussion earlier and therefore likely didn't know how. And even if she did know, I didn't expect her to have the wherewithal to perform such an act on herself at present. Clarissa's breathing was only intensifying under my smelly toes as her nipples and soles were relentlessly teased with the most delicate caresses simultaneously. What happened next, I was not prepared for, and upon witnessing it, had to collect every ounce of strength in my body to keep my toes in place over her nose while continuing to caress her aching diamonds with only the lightest grazes. Mareva leaned her head forward unexpectedly towards Clarissa's burning pussy, still with the pouty look on her face which then quickly shifted into a smirk. Her tongue slowly slid out from in between her velvety child lips and once it was finally outstretched completely, she leaned forward the couple of more inches necessary to gently connect the moist tip of it to Clarissa's throbbing clit. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!", Clarissa screamed and moaned simultaneously, obviously completely taken back by the new feeling. But Mareva didn't stop with a single poke. Once she let Clarissa's body react for the first time to the initial touch, she again brought her tongue forward and started lapping it across her burning clit ever so slowly up and down. "Oh my god!", I said aloud involuntarily, not being able to believe what I was seeing and while simultaneously feeling my own clit rage with a newfound heat that was reminiscent of my desperation the other morning. Seeing the delicateness of Mareva's five or six-year-old tongue lightly lapping against Clarissa's desperate eleven-year-old clit created indescribable and overwhelming feelings of jealousy and lust. If both of my hands weren't busy stimulating Clarissa's developing nipples, one of them would have been in my panties furiously rubbing myself at that moment. After thirty seconds of Clarissa's beautiful torture, I knew it wasn't going to be much longer. The combination of smelling my stinky toes, nipples being caressed, tender feet tickled, and her desperately burning clit given repeated soft licks from a child would be more than her or anyone could stand for a period of time. Her moans, full-body twitches, and squirms were happening every few seconds now, often mixing with suppressed giggles. I felt her breathing become harder and harder under my toes, and the few remaining giggles she had been uttering were quickly replaced with powerful moans. The question of how a kid like Mareva knew how to do this to another girl burned in the forefront of my mind, but I didn't care. Her expertly placed little licks had Clarissa's hips bucking wildly against the waist rope holding her in place. "It feels so good, doesn't it Clarissa? You have to give in and let it out... let your body feel what is coming and that you can't stop even if you wanted to... it will feel sooooo good, more pleasure than anything you have ever felt before... smell my stinky toes and focus on that soft tongue in between your legs that won't stop no matter what..."; my little taunt was interrupted, as Clarissa burst out into a massive scream into the bottom of my foot, her whole body now writhing uncontrollably. I made every effort possible to keep my toes around her nose and my fingertips caressing her aching nipples while she thrashed around from the orgasm that was starting from Mareva's gentle licking and feet tickling. Looking down, Mareva was laser-focused in between Clarissa's legs, licking the little tiny popsicle sticking out at her in front of her lips like it was the best candy she had ever tasted in the world. Her fingertips continued effortlessly caressing the slender feet and toes on both of her sides while she adjusted the speed of her licking to match the contractions Clarissa's clit was making against her small tongue. After her initial scream, Clarissa moaned almost throughout the entirety of the first orgasm her preteen, prepubescent body had ever experienced, with the exception of making gulps inward for air in between uncontrollable moans. It seemed to last for over a minute as she jolted and twitched through almost countless waves of pleasure as she endured the sensory overload she had no choice but to be subjected to. When Mareva stopped tickling Clarissa's feet and her tongue slid back enough to lose contact against her clit, I removed my fingertips off of her still rock-hard nipples, shivering more as I saw the little bumps reappear from underneath my fingers. Mareva leaned forward with her silky-smooth lips and lightly wrapped them around Clarissa's clit and then pulled back gently, letting them glide over the top and bottom of it simultaneously, prompting another involuntary squeal and contraction from Clarissa's body. Looking at Mareva, her cheeks, chin, and supple red lips were all smeared with Clarissa's nectar. My eyes went wide as I looked at her and she gave me the cutest smirk. I don't think there was anything I wanted more in that moment than to rip off my jean shorts and panties and have her face, exactly as it was and soaked with Clarissa's burning pussy juices, go down on me. "Erica...", I heard a soft mumble come slightly from behind the gag and underneath my foot. I removed my foot off of Clarissa's little face which was still bright red and covered in sweat, her blonde pigtail braids spread out over the top of the contoured cutout and hanging towards the floor. "Oh, Clarissa, hang on a second!", I quickly said as I stood up and walked over to her face and got on a knee to untie the ribbon gag from underneath the table. Once I accomplished that, I pulled it off the top of her face from above and set it on the stool I had been previously sitting on, which I observed was now adorned with a giant wet spot on top of it. "Oops", I thought to myself, my loins still burning with a near-unextinguishable fire at this point that desperately needed attention. Trying to focus on Clarissa, I looked into her beautiful blue eyes which had now opened more widely after she was coming down from what I was sure to be the most intense moment of her entire life. I placed my hand on her still burning red cheek and caressed it softly. "Are you OK?", I asked her, and added with a big smile, "You did so great!" She nodded slowly, but affirmatively. After all, I knew how draining something like this could be after my previous experience. She blinked and I saw her beautiful blue eyes start to peer around the room. "Where's Mareva....", she started to ask weakly. I looked up and behind me where Mareva had previously been sitting in between Clarissa's legs and was surprised to not find her there. "She couldn't have left...", I started to reply to Clarissa, "I've been facing the door the whole time." Curiously, I stood up completely and again scanned the room in a complete circle looking for her but had no luck. I walked over to the tri-fold privacy screen and peered behind it, suspecting that she might be changing, but found no one. "That's weird", I started to say to Clarissa, while peering around the room again more slowly. My eyes stopped when they caught a faint glimmer against the wall. I found myself looking at the red table opposite the entry door with three red candles of differing heights. The left two candles were lit. --- Chapter 4 coming soon! Comments, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all welcome.