Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2024 19:14:00 +0000 From: Nifty Sisters Subject: Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 4) (Lesbian/Adult-Youth) Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 4) 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 --- A flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder startled my gaze away from the three candles. I started hearing the light pitter patter of raindrops falling on the metal roof and skylight. "Oh no", I thought to myself, realizing that neither Clarissa nor I had umbrellas with us. I turned back around to look at Clarissa and I shivered as the feeling of my well-soaked jean shorts clung tightly against my skin. Looking down, the large damp spot extended from my crotch as far down to my butt as I could see. My loins desperately hungered for relief after the thrill and excitement of forcing this gorgeous eleven-year-old to have an explosive first orgasm. Looking at her from head to toe, still tied into the table with the exception of the gag piece over her mouth, was a sight to behold. Her creamy smooth inner thighs met around her bright pink and spread labia which remained slippery from the aftereffects of her pleasure. I hadn't yet been fortunate enough to appreciate her beauty from this angle since Mareva had previously been occupying this position. I couldn't believe that at her age, Mareva knew how to do that with her tiny kid tongue and actually did it to Clarissa. I found myself increasingly fighting off the urge to press my face into her gooey mess. I reminded myself that she had just experienced something that had overwhelmed and exhausted her little body from head to toe and needed a few minutes to rest and a break from any stimulation. Not wanting to completely abandon my temptation, however, I extended an arm forward towards her tiny hole, with which I used a fingertip to collect a drop of her nectar that was slightly oozing its way out the even smaller hole in her hymen. The slick, rubbery feeling of it gave me goosebumps, and a tiny string connected between her skin and my finger as I pulled it away and inserted it in between my hungry lips. I quivered with pleasure as my tongue rolled around it, desperately needing to taste this little girl's first orgasm. My eyes closed and I whimpered quietly as it was one of the most delicious things I had ever tasted. I couldn't believe I was tasting an eleven-year-old girl's cum, and it was also my first time tasting another girl. "Do you like it?", Clarissa asked, causing me to quickly open my eyes and realize that she had been watching me. "Oh my goodness, yes Clarissa, you taste soooooo good," I replied back to her while feeling another throb in between my legs and blushing slightly. She looked at me curiously and I had a naughty idea come to mind. "Do you want to try it?", I offered. "OK", she replied, with a hopeful look on her face. Another full-body squirm and throb between my legs hit me as the hotness of this idea sank in, knowing that it would be another first for her. This tiny angel was seriously curious to taste her own cum. Happy to oblige her request, I repeated my earlier motion with a finger and collected a fresh sample of her slipperiness and held it upward I walked up around the left side of the table and kneeled on one knee so I could reach her perfectly smooth, plump lips. She opened her mouth slightly and for a second, I was greeted by her turquoise braces as a quick flash of lightning reflected off of them through the skylight. I guided my fingertip in between her lips and shivered more when they closed around it. Feeling her lips and moist tongue around my finger and flicking against it as she tasted immediately made me envision the same sensation on my now-burning clit. I whimpered but it was mostly stifled by the thunder that now followed the previous flash in the sky. After a moment, her mouth opened again and I removed my finger, grazing it across her silky lower lip during its entire retreat. "How was it?", I asked her. "Ummmm....", she started to reply with a pause, "it's different. I haven't tasted anything like it before. All of that came out of me?" I smiled at her and looked down and pointed at the massive damp spot on the front of my jeans. "Don't worry, it's normal and it happens when you are feeling really good", I said. "But it wasn't being done to you?", she curiously asked. "When I make someone else feel good like that, it has the same effect on me", I explained to her. "Did Mareva do that to you too?", she asked, referring to the oral pleasure she had received from her. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit and replied, "No! My special massage was a little different. I guess because it was only her and not two people. So I used my own hand while I felt her fingertips my nipples." "To get that amazing feeling at the end?", she intelligently queried. "Yes, exactly", I started to reply, "I needed it so bad that I couldn't stand it after a while. I think you probably understand that feeling very well now." "You liked doing that to me?", she asked innocently. I thought about her question carefully and was again surprised by not only how much I enjoyed doing it to her, a blossoming preteen girl, but also how my intentional teasing to make her suffer added a whole other level of hotness to it. I had never done anything like that to anyone before. I started to feel a hint of regret. "Yes, it was amazing for me to be honest", I started to reply. Continuing, I said, "Clarissa, I know that it might have seemed like I was being a little mean sometimes. I hope you aren't mad or anything and that you still really liked it a lot. How are you feeling?" She looked at me thoughtfully and replied, "No, it's OK. It was so much to stand and I knew you were teasing me but I never felt anything so good before and I don't even know what happened to me at the end, but it was the best feeling ever." "You had your first orgasm", I giggled, adding, "but people commonly refer to that as 'cumming'. Mareva and I made you cum really hard." "Is... that something we could maybe do again?", she asked slowly and cautiously, making my heart flutter upon hearing her request. "Yes, I would love to!", I said, surprised by my own exuberance as these words slipped out between my lips. I added, "I would love to teach you more about your body if you are interested in learning. And it can be a lot of fun as you can see now! The thing is, it's kind of a private thing between people, so..." Knowing where I was going with that, she interrupted, "Oh my god, I would never tell my parents about this, don't worry!" Relieved, I laughed a little and added, "Yeah, it's like what you told me about last night in your bed. You wouldn't want them to know and it's for the same reason. We just have to be careful and make sure that nobody finds out, other than us and Mareva of course." I didn't add the fact that her parents would probably want to kill me and have me sent to jail if they knew what I had helped do to their daughter a few minutes prior. As I was conversing with her, I started untying the red ropes securing her wrists in place, followed by the one crossing her silky-smooth waist. I stood up and walked around in between her legs and adjusted the table so the two leg pieces were flat again, removing her knees from the air. As I was untying her ankles after that, I happened to glance a little lower facing the table and noticed a small drawer on the bottom of the closest support leg. Curious what might be in it, I kneeled down and pulled it open. Inside, there was a medium-sized bottle of massage oil and lying next to it was a single feather, completely red in color, and about six inches long. I picked it up and felt the tip of it in between my fingers. It was very soft, yet at the same time felt stiff and firm. "Oh wow", I mumbled out loud as I was feeling it. "What?", Clarissa asked while starting to rise up to observe me now that she was completely untied. Looking back up, I realized that my face was almost in between her still-spread legs. I held the feather up in the air as her upper torso finished rising and said, "It's a good thing we didn't tickle you with this, right?" Her eyes widened and without thinking, I gently glided the end of it from the bottom of her hole upwards, finishing as I dragged it across her clit. "Ay!", she shrieked suddenly, being surprised by the feeling. Looking down at the feather, I could see it was now shimmering from collecting a bit of her moisture in the process. My clit throbbed, still desperate for attention. "You both tickled me so much...", she said after recovering. "Did you hate it?", I asked her, somewhat concernedly. "Well...", she started, "I don't think so?" She paused for a few moments and continued, "I couldn't stand it at first but all of it happening at once started to feel soooo amazing", she said more quietly. "That's good because that was the plan after all. And in all fairness, you should be able to do whatever you want back to me, if you want", I said, twitching a little simultaneously at the thought of this. A look of intrigue crossed her face as she asked, "Really?" "Yes!", I exclaimed, and added, "You did so good with everything and I know it was a lot to go through, especially since it was your first time experiencing it. But watching you enjoy was probably the most fun I have had in longer than I can remember." "Wow", she beamed at me and flashed her braces upon hearing that. I put the slick feather back into the drawer, closed it, and stood up to help Clarissa climb out of the table. As she was swinging her legs toward me after coming out of the cutouts for them, her right sole glided across my left shin. The feeling caused me to shiver, and I also caught a tiny hint of its smell. "Speaking of wow, you have some incredibly smooth feet, girl", I said to her regarding the sensation. I saw a tiny hint of a blush as she started to say, "I know... my mom tells me that all the time too." "How does your mom know?", I asked. "She is nice and offers to rub them for me sometimes, like after school or soccer", she started, "she tells me that she likes how they feel and how she wishes hers were like that too. She says she lotions hers all the time but that it's still not the same." "Maybe it's because you're still eleven", I guessed. "I'm ALMOST 12", she corrected me. Her correction resulted in me having an odd revelation at the fact that there was something about her only being eleven that I enjoyed on some level. Was it because of what we were discussing? The hyper-smoothness of her skin covering her body and how it seemed to make me feel when it came into contact with my own? I flashed back to how Mareva had teased me with her sole earlier as well, although that time the contact was purposefully longer and the effect on me was so strong that my nipples hardened. Her bare feet finally reached the floor and as she stood up completely off the table, we were both surprised with a bright flash followed by an almost-immediate boom of thunder. The amount of rainfall now pelting the metal roof seemed to be only increasing. Startled, she lurched forward into me and wrapped her arms around me. "It's OK, Clarissa!", I giggled while embracing her still-naked body, suddenly realizing how much I did not want to be wearing my clothes after feeling her warmth radiate against me. Almost at the same time, Clarissa pulled back slightly and said, "You are really wet." "Yeah, and not from the rain", I joked and continued, "We don't have any umbrellas either so if we try to get dressed and leave right now, we are going to be drenched." "Well, maybe we don't have to leave right away? Maybe it will stop after a while?", she replied. "That's true, these tropical storms start and stop pretty quickly sometimes. But what are we going to do while we wait?", I asked. She took another step back and I could have sworn I saw the slightest smirk on her face as she started talking, "Well...", and she looked down at the wet spot on my jean shorts and then back up at my face. I think my eyes went wide and she blushed a little in response. I asked, "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" She shot me a shy, small smile and looked away from my eyes and said quietly, "You said it would be fair." She then walked over and slipped her feet back into her pair of red Crocs. "Squishy!", she teased, most likely trying to distract me from her slight embarrassment. "Let me check something first, hang on", I said to her while walking to the exit door leading out into the welcome area. I reached the door, opened it, and peered around the smaller room. Not seeing anyone, I retreated back into the larger room and closed the door. "No one is here still, not even Mareva", I said to Clarissa. It looks like we have the place to ourselves for a while. My toes curled forward into the gross Crocs as I was again surprised by the urge to start removing my clothes. "Where did she go?", Clarissa asked. "I... honestly have no idea. As far as I can tell, she completely disappeared without a trace. I don't really get it...", I replied, trailing off at the end of my sentence. "This place is really weird", she said. "I know, right? But at the same time, I'm not mad about what's happened", I replied. Clarissa let out a deep sigh and responded, "Me neither...", which I was admittedly happy to hear. "Erica...", she started to add with a little hesitation, "I... really like you. I'm very glad I met you yesterday and... I want to make you feel good too, but...", she trailed off. "I really like you too, more and more the longer I spend with you, so I'm very happy that we met too! And I think what you're worried about is not knowing how, right?", I asked while oozing more juices into my panties, sensing that this eleven-year-old was wanting to sexually pleasure my body. "Yeah...", she replied, hanging her head a little bit. For a split second, I couldn't believe that I was entertaining the idea of letting her play with me. Only three days ago, I would have run away in shock and horror, and now, especially in my still-worked-up state, I was soaking my already-drenched panties with fresh liquid thinking about her touching and teasing my horny body with her silky fingertips and lips. Coming out of this thought, I smiled at her and replied, "Clarissa... I don't want you to worry. I'm sure that any touch from you will have the same effect on me and be amazing. Just try to imagine what might feel nice to you and you can try it. You can usually tell if someone is enjoying or not by what a mess they are making somewhere." Upon finishing that thought, I looked down at my jean shorts and back up at her eyes. She giggled a little when she caught my hint. I continued, "We can try it a little bit if you want and go from there. No pressure! OK?" "OK!" she said while returning a grin, showing me her braces. I had inadvertently spread the leg cutouts of the table further apart after releasing Clarissa from the table, so I walked back down to them in an effort to restore their original position. I wasn't a gymnast, after all. In trying to find the locking pin to let them move freely, I released another one that resulted in the table flipping back over to its normal massage position. Clarissa noticed and spoke up, "I didn't know the table could flip over like that!" "This is a really cool table", I replied before it sank in that this table was likely designed purposefully this way to accommodate the delivery of intense sexual pleasure in a variety of ways. I managed to bring the legs closer together and was surprised that I never noticed they could spread apart at all while oriented in the normal position. Since I was now looking more closely, I made another observation. Along the long edge of the table furthest from the entry door, there were small rings around where the wrists, ankles, and hips would be resting. "You can be tied to the table on this side too?!", I exclaimed out loud, being surprised by my discovery. Clarissa walked over curiously and I pointed out the holes. "Do you want to try it?", she asked. Before I could answer, she continued, "Where would your face go though?" "Good question", I replied back to her, truthfully unsure if I was responding to her first or second question. I walked closer to the top of the table which was still lowered to only a few inches off the floor and found a small tab on the far side that could be pulled on. I grabbed it and tugged a little and found that an internal piece was sliding out. As it slid further, the familiar, face-sized hole appeared in the bottom of the table surface. "There we go!", I said to Clarissa, who looked impressed. As I set the piece on the floor next to the bottom step of the platform, I looked back and noticed another similar pull tab, but this one was further down on the table. Curious, I gave it a gentle tug and found a piece sliding outward much like the first one had. Once it was removed, a more rectangular as opposed to oval shaped hole was now open to the floor from the top of the table. "What's that for?", Clarissa asked. I blinked twice, pondering her question, and deduced that because of this second hole's position, it would allow my breasts to hang through. My nipples tingled slightly upon this realization. "Oh... I think it's for boobs", I replied to her question. "So they can be touched from underneath?", Clarissa further asked, her eyes widening. "I think so...", I uttered in reply, feeling yet another thrill and twitch in between my legs. "Good!", she said playfully, and added with a smirk, "Soooooooo, are you feeling brave today?" "Mayyyyyyybe", I teased back. "I guess I have to take my clothes off if we are going to try this now, right?" "Mmmhmmm!", she responded affirmatively. I let out a faux-exasperated sigh and starting lifting my t-shirt up and over my head. Her eyes stared at me intently as she saw my bare chest that was only covered by a dark blue sports bra. I grabbed ahold if it and carefully popped each of my breasts out of it before lifting it up and over my head. Clarissa's bright blue eyes stared at my pink nipples which were already hard. Not stopping, I unbuttoned and unzipped my drenched jean shorts and started sliding them down to my ankles, while simultaneously stepping my moist feet out of the Crocs and onto the floor. When they were around my ankles, I looked back up at her and saw her staring at the slick front of my light-gray panties, complete with a darker juicy spot covering almost the entire front and bottom of them. The scent of my pleasure juices wafted up to my nostrils and I shivered from how horny I was. My eyes met with hers again and I smiled a little as my fingertips hooked into both seams of my panties by each hip and unstuck them from my crotch and peeled them downward. Once my panties joined my jean shorts, I stepped out of both of them together, bent down and picked them up, and set them on the floor by my t-shirt. "You are soo pretty...", she said, trailing off with a little blush as I stood back up and faced her naked for the very first time. Her gaze moved downward. "You don't have any hair either?", she asked. "Nope!", I laughed as I answered her question. "Unlike you though, I have to shave mine all the time to keep it like this." I stared in between her inner thighs after those words escaped from of my mouth, and the sight of her rubbery, puffy kid mound caused my clit to throb. --- Our eyes both meeting again, I said to her, "OK, here I go!", as I started carefully climbing onto the table as another quick flash of lightning briefly illuminated the room. I aligned my upper torso with both holes for my face and breasts and lowered myself into them as more thunder roared and the raindrops incessantly pelted. My legs were still somewhat dangling off the back of the table because the leg sections were already outstretched. Helpfully, Clarissa guided each of my legs onto both pieces; her soft fingers gently gripping my ankles, her touch giving me goosebumps. Once they were both positioned, I felt completely exposed. My legs were spread wide apart and this also had the effect of opening up my entire crack, including around my butthole which was facing upward. I was greeted with a view of the familiar red floor, although much closer now because of the decreased height of the table, as Clarissa started tying the ropes across both of my ankles to hold them securely in place. I felt like I could stick out my tongue and almost touch the floor. Next, she tied the rope over my lower back, followed by walking up to the top of the table and connecting my wrists to each other and to the table. I wiggled slightly, testing the restraints and found that she had seemingly done an excellent job. Even though there was nothing going around my head or neck, I found that it was impossible to lift up out of the hole because both of my wrists were tied so far above me; my chest simply couldn't move enough for my head to clear the cutout of the hole. I shivered upon feeling the air of the room graze over the currently moist parts of my body: the bottoms of my feet and toes, my spread labia, the length of my crack, and my butthole. I was now exposed and at Clarissa's complete mercy. A thrill and a tingle coursed from the top of my head to the bottoms of my toes as I couldn't even see what the cute naked blonde angel was first going to do to my body. Like the first time I had been tied to the other side of the table before Mareva started having her way with me, I felt the slightest tinge of fear. "Your feet smell as much as mine do", Clarissa spoke teasingly, shaking me out of my thoughts. I didn't feel any contact, but I heard what sounded like the step stool being picked up and placed somewhere down by my legs. "You're going to tickle them, aren't you?", I asked her, fearing that she was about to get some revenge on me for earlier. "Mayyyyybe", she said slyly. Still not feeling anything happening, my ears were more attuned and detected what sounded like both of her Crocs falling off her feet and hitting the floor. Suddenly, I felt both of my soles become almost completely covered with something that felt so wonderfully smooth but also somewhat slippery. Both of my heels were grabbed with what felt like little fingertips. My whole body squirmed from the intensity of the touch, and I was surprisingly frustrated at not being able to see what was happening. The sensation I was feeling on the bottoms of my feet started sliding slowly and gently, and I quickly realized that she must have sat on the step stool and placed both of her feet on the bottoms of mine so our soles were directly rubbing on one another's. While I had an appreciation for how soft her skin was, especially on her feet, I did not expect my body to react so sexually to this. Yet it did, most teasingly as her toes glided softly over mine, their sweat from the shoes mixing together. She slowly slid her legs up and down so her toes traversed the entire bottoms of my feet repeatedly, and with each pass the intensity continued to increase. After a few more passes, she started gliding her toes back and forth horizontally across the bottoms of mine. With every flick of each of our soft toes caressing against each other's, I noticed that my nipples had turned into diamonds. And as soon as I noticed how much they were aching, my mind imagined the soft flicks of her moist toes instead caressing across my burning nipples. "Oh god", I muttered very quietly to the floor, completely overwhelmed by this idea while detecting throbs in between my legs as her toes continued sliding, my nipples craving this idea more and more every second. It wasn't long before the fire in between my legs had been strongly rekindled and was rapidly growing out of control. After a few minutes of her teasing me in such a manner, I felt all contact with her feet against mine disappear. I heard another strange sound that I couldn't quite discern, and I could hear her taking a few steps around, seemingly wearing her Crocs again based on the different sound of her steps. All of a sudden, I felt the most ticklish sensation right above my tailbone. I shrieked with laughter as the feeling started spreading downward and to the very top of my butt crack. I also felt the tiniest hint of wetness around where the feeling originated. "Aww, are you more ticklish when using a feather?", she asked teasingly. "You took out the feather? Ahhhhhh it tickles!", I managed to reply through a flurry of giggles and uncontrollable twitches and jerks as my body reacted to the caresses. I marveled at her ingenuity and for quickly adopting some of the methods I had used to tease her earlier, namely my taunts. I also shivered upon the realization that the moisture I felt was a result of the feather being wet from when I had lightly dragged it across her tiny hole and clit earlier. Clarissa continued tickling me with the abrasive tip of the feather all over the small of my back and then downward and across my butt cheeks. She completely covered the entirety of them after a few minutes of unrelenting caresses with it, but thankfully had avoided my butt crack thus far. I didn't want to find out if I was right about how horribly ticklish I imagined it to be. Despite my involuntary laughter and reactive squirms, I felt fresh nectar continue to ooze out of me and start to make a puddle against my thighs, undoubtedly from being at the sexual mercy of this beautiful preteen girl. I shrieked again loudly without warning as a boom of thunder erupted outside in the jungle simultaneously as she began dragging the feather lightly down the center of my butt crack starting at my lower back. I felt my toes curl and my legs squeeze together as I tried to fight off the ticklish feeling that I had no recourse against. The tip of the feather traced lower and lower until it was right above my butthole. Expecting the worst, I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could anticipatorily. My mind instantly flashed to the dream I had my first night after arriving on the island, whereupon I had been face-down on this table, inexplicably unable to move or speak, and felt fingertips grazing closer and closer to my butthole before I woke up to a screaming bird outside my window. My recollection of the dream was cut short as the realization set in that Clarissa was avoiding my butthole with the feather and had instead decided to circle around the outside edges of it. Relieved only slightly because the light caresses were still driving me insane, I felt the feather venture lower and cross over the entrance to my vagina quickly and then drag lightly over my clit. When it crossed over my clit, I could sense that the feather was now saturated again from the ample expulsions of my burning pussy. "Ahhhhhhhh!", I shrieked at the red floor involuntarily as the sudden graze over my clit with the feather caused my entire body to jolt upwards, quickly testing Clarissa's knot-tying skills which ended up proving to be worthy. "Did that feel good?", Clarissa taunted me, seemingly knowing how badly my clit was needed contact at this point, and again brilliantly copying the methods I had used to tease her aching body earlier. "Yessssssss", I moaned softly in response as the feather continued to retreat upwards through my crack. I wasn't prepared for how the wet tip of a feather would feel in my most forbidden place. But I quickly realized that Clarissa was not playing around as the moist end of it landed directly on top of my puckered, pink butthole and began being twirled mercilessly around without reprieve. "Ohmygod!", I reactively screamed at the floor upon noticing that she planned to continue this specific torture for an extended period of time. After some initial teasing with the tip of the feather, she dragged the entire length of it across my burning pussy again, moistening it completely but also giving me a few moments of ticklish relief, and then began dragging the entirety of the now-slick feather across my twitching butthole again. I previously felt bad for how I non-succinctly teased this little angel, but now I was starting to regret that sentiment as she repeated this process for several minutes: re-wetting the feather with my dripping nectar before sharing it with my hyper-ticklish butthole until the feather had lost all of the moisture it had collected. My butthole had never been tickled and teased in a sexual manner before, and this extended contact on it from an eleven-year-old was completely reshaping my world. My clit throbbed for attention increasingly harder. It wasn't much longer before I started to notice that I wasn't going to be able to endure much more of this ticklish punishment. For being a novice at what she was doing, Clarissa was inexplicably and masterfully weakening and creating unexperienced levels of desperation in my aching body, to the point that I was almost gasping for air at times in between involuntarily ticklish outbursts. "Ahhh!", I shrieked reactively, as the sudden disappearance of all contact in my butt crack and throbbing pussy surprised me. For a few moments I stared at the floor in complete silence, increasingly wondering what was transpiring and what new punishment Clarissa was pondering for me. Still unable to move and discern any clues, I called out, "Clarissa? Are you OK? What's going on?" Clarissa's voice suddenly boomed in response in tandem with another loud crack of nearly-deafening thunder as the rain pelted down harder that I had ever heard so far, "You can cum when beg for my stinky feet on your face!" "What?!", I yelled loudly in response, trying to ensure that I was heard over the booming thunder and also out of complete surprise by her firm tone and demand, not knowing how this would even be physically accomplished with the position I was currently in. My thoughts were interrupted as I felt something warm, slippery, and soft immediately graze across my sensitive butthole. "Holy shit!", I shrieked without thinking, as I was completely unprepared for the intensity of this feeling that tickled me in a new, hellishly erotic way. My clit immediately resumed intensely throbbing. "Did you like that?", Clarissa cooed, taunting me. Before I could respond, I felt the singular sensation for a second time, again causing my body to jolt and moan involuntarily. "Do you need more of that?", Clarissa asked, her question eerily reminiscent of the question I had earlier asked her when her body was equally desperate. "When you've had enough, beg for my stinky feet on your face and you can cum", she repeated her idea again. Before I could respond, that same feeling on my butthole returned and I realized now that it wasn't going to stop. Clarissa was seemingly dragging her tongue over it, not only tickling me, but increasingly causing my entire body to burn with a passion to cum while being forced to endure her unending caresses across my forbidden place. The gentle swirls around it and back and forth across it were initially more ticklish than anything else, but this quickly shifted to desperation for release while feeling her little tongue. "I can't believe Clarissa is doing this to me", I thought to myself as her supple tongue was giving me the gentlest licks which were stoking the inferno between my legs at an increasingly rapid pace. I felt more wetness rapidly oozing out of me. I couldn't shake the feeling that based on the brief time I had known her, this still seemed strangely out of character for her. "Have you had enough?", I heard Clarissa tease me; the sound of her voice originating from above my head. Between squirms, I realized that the tongue attacking my puckered hole was still in place, with the pointed tip of it dragging teasingly slowly right in the middle of it. In this instant, I involuntarily yelped out a moan followed by a deep exhale as I realized that the tongue sliding in my butt was not Clarissa's. "Oh goddddd", I whimpered, trying to resist the overwhelming feeling enough to speak, "Who is doing that to me?!" As I finished that sentence, I felt a single graze across my throbbing clit, causing me to utter a deep groan that I had no control over. My clit was beyond desperate for touches, and the combination of the two feelings was surprisingly wonderful. I had no idea that having this done to me could cause my clit to rage as almost-unbearably hard as it was. My nipples solidified into even harder diamonds immediately following the brief caress, to the point of becoming mildly painful. "Did that feel good? I guess it still wasn't enough motivation and you could use some more", Clarissa taunted. Staring at the floor, I saw her red Crocs appear, almost out of sight on my left-hand side slightly below my breasts. Her legs folded until she was sitting cross legged, but I was still only able to see the very end of her legs through the hole based on where she was positioned. Before I could respond to her taunt, I knew I was in trouble when I saw her cute little hands sliding underneath the table towards my hanging breasts. Her insanely soft fingertips found what they were looking for, my painfully shriveled pink diamonds. She didn't waste any time starting the lightest tickles directly on the hard, downward-pointing nubs. This alone would have been enough to make me beg for anything, but feeling this while a tongue softly licked across my butthole was almost more than I could stand. Right when I thought I wasn't going to be able to handle the sensory overload of these things happening to me, my clit felt two fingers wrap around the sides of it and rock it back and forth gently three times. The only reaction my body was capable of having in that moment was to scream. I emptied all the air in my lungs at the floor in a manner which perfectly illustrated my heightened, overwhelming desperation. As quickly as the gentle clit rubs had started, they ended, and I could still feel the fire trails of the fingertips that were wrapped around it. I started thrashing around more and more as the tickles on my nipples and the tongue caressing my butthole were causing me to be in a state of sexual desperation unlike anything I had ever experienced. I knew what the price of relief was, but I didn't want to pay it. Clarissa had even put the Crocs back on after she teased my soles with hers, so they would be freshly gross and smelly from being inside the shoes again. As I recalled the feeling of her soles on top of mine from earlier, my clit jolted in place. I don't think I had ever felt it sticking out so hard before. It needed relief, and fast. I couldn't take much more of this. "You're the one who likes smelly feet, not me! Pleeeeeeeeease rub me!", I pleaded, not getting even a second of a break on my nipples or butthole now. Clarissa replied, "Aww, I guess that's too bad then huh? That's the price!" As she finished her sentence, my clit received another three gentle rocks back and forth, causing another deep groan that ended in a loud whimper. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want her smelly feet on my face, especially knowing how strong the shoes made them, but at the same time, I was beyond desperate. I was still feeling fingertips touching my clit even after contact with it ceased. My whole body was shaking, my thighs were soaked underneath me, and I could feel the saliva from the tongue that was mercilessly grazing over my ticklish butthole dripping down the length of my butt crack, soaking my clit along with my own nectar that was also flooding downward out of me. "FINE!", I screamed, "Give me your feet and let me cum!", I pleaded, utterly defeated. Another flash of lightning washed across the small section of the red floor that was visible to my face. "You want to cum while my smelly feet are touching your face?", she asked softly. "YES!", I yelled back out of frustration. "Tell me!", she commanded, causing a flicker of rage inside of me. I knew what she was doing. After all, she had likely just learned it from me. I had made her poor little body suffer and worse, taken extreme sexual pleasure from it, and now she was returning the favor. She knew how desperate I was and that she had me right where she wanted me, willing to do anything to cum. "FINE!!!!", I started to yell again, "I want to cum while smelling your nasty feet that are touching my face! Are you happy now?! Pleeeeeeeeeeease RUB ME!", I begged. She let out the cutest little kid giggle which reminded me that she was eleven. (Almost 12!) Obviously pleased with herself and my reactions, she replied teasingly, "Seeeee, was that so hard? You are going to love them..." I groaned as the anticipation of how bad they were going smell combined with such a well-placed butthole lick that my whole body thrashed upwards involuntarily. Her tickles ceased on aching nipples as she pulled her hands away and I watched her stand up, her shoes soon disappearing from my limited view. Shortly after, the tongue caressing my slick butthole also disappeared, and my twitching torso finally had a second of relief. All my muscles relaxed as I now laid motionless on the table I was tied to, taking deep breaths in an attempt to recover. The fire burning in between my exposed, spread legs only cooled slightly, with only the smallest touch anywhere on my body needed to make it begin raging again. The smell hit my nose before I could even visually see Clarissa's face-up smooth soles sliding backwards and towards me. Since the table was so close to the floor, my face had no choice but to rest directly on the rubbery smooth skin. "At least I can appreciate the softness", I thought to myself. As she first backed them towards me, she stopped when her toes were close to my nose, curled them a little to feel upwards, and found it. She slid them back and forth all over it, covering it in her smelly sweat before continuing to push backwards. When she was in the final position, my nose was now halfway between her arch and her toes, and my lips pressed down onto her silky toes and partly on the ball of the foot adjacent to them. I don't know if I was beyond desperate or what other explanation there could have been, but just the smoothness of her feet bottoms instantly restarted the aching, long throbs on my clit. After only a few seconds, it was intensely heating up again. I tried to hold my breath so as to not breathe in as much of the stink, but I realized that this was a losing battle and quickly abandoned this idea. Every inhale was torture as my nose scrunched tightly in an effort to avoid it. I was distracted from my avoidance game at the sight of two, much smaller brown legs sliding up underneath me from the direction of my butt. "Mareva?!", I exclaimed out loud. "She's back!", Clarissa said along with an evil-sounding chuckle. I quickly observed that Mareva was barefoot and must have removed her Crocs at some point before this. The bottoms of her feet and toes appeared much like Clarissa's; ridiculously smooth and moist. My legs twitched together from remembering the feeling earlier where she had rested her toes on the top of my foot for a few seconds while we were waiting for Clarissa to change. That feeling had turned my nipples hard inside my bra, and I could feel the same thing happening at this moment as her legs were continuing to slide dangerously closer to my two drooping breasts. The movement stopped when her toes were a quarter of an inch away from my still-hardening nipples. The gentlest curl of her agonizingly soft toes on both legs would result in contact being made. I moaned involuntarily into Clarissa's toes, her sweat rubbing on the insides of my lips as a result. My whole body twitched violently and another deep moan escaped my lips as both Mareva's tongue resumed the lightest licking of my butthole while her toes on both feet curled forward enough to make contact with my nipples before starting to glide back and forth across them, each little toe caressing repeatedly over my painfully hard bumps. "Ohgodddddd", I moaned into Clarissa's foot, spreading her smelly foot sweat further across my entire face. They both teased me in this manner for 30 excruciatingly long seconds while I felt new wetness flooding out of me the entire time. Right when I was about to beg for clit rubs, as if she knew, Mareva's little fingertips surrounded it again on both sides and resumed the gentle rocking motion she had so tantalizingly given me a preview of earlier. As her little fingers rubbed my burning, desperate clit, my whole body was shaking, sweating, and twitching from the unstoppable sensations I couldn't help but endure everywhere. The softness on my face, the stink, the butthole tongue caresses, and the silky toes teasing my burning nipples were all at once, more overwhelming than I could have ever expected. These two girls were playing with my body in a way that I couldn't even imagine was possible. But every touch and lick and sensation was building towards what I could tell was going to be some kind of raw, animalistic sexual release. Mareva's smooth, child fingertips teased my clit in ways unknown to me. It was as if she could tell what I was feeling, and when I was getting too close to cumming, she would slightly change her rubs to allow my clit to cool down a bit before going stronger with that new pattern, only to extend my teasing and sexual torment. "You need to cum sooooooooo bad, don't you...", Clarissa cooed. Either she was intelligent enough to see how close I was, or Mareva signaled her somehow and prompted her to tease me. Lacking words, I cried out with a long whimper into her toes in response to her question, also simultaneously shivering as Mareva's child tongue seemed to stiffen slightly at the tip and put increased pressure against the opening of my butthole. At that moment, the teasing toes on my aching nipples and butthole torment continued, but Mareva's pattern on my clit shifted towards more gentle grazes instead of the rubs back and forth that my whole body was dying for to make me cum. Simultaneously, Clarissa's rubbery soles slid forward and in an instant, disappeared from below my face. "We will let you cum without having to smell my feet", Clarissa said happily. I blinked and stared at the empty red floor, and in that moment, I realized that I actually kind of missed the smoothness on my face which I had previously been experiencing with everything else simultaneously. The smell still lingered on my nose from her sweat, but it was much less strong and intense. Oddly, it seemed like I had become accustomed to it after a few minutes of being forced to smell it. "So, do you want to cum like this now? Or do you want my smelly feet back?", she asked teasingly. After she finished, Mareva's little fingers wrapped around my clit and gave me three more proper rubs. I felt my loins gush and I moaned involuntarily. What was happening to me? I was seriously considering her offer, much to my surprise. There was something... hot... about the sensation on my face, much like when Mareva teased me with her own foot by placing it on top of mine. But why would I consider this if they smelled? Upon having that thought, I focused a little bit on the remaining smell that I could still detect on my nose and face, and my clit twitched slightly. "Give me your smelly feet back and make me CUM!", I pleaded, not fully understanding how these words had just escaped willingly out of my mouth. "Of course! And just so you know, I put the Crocs back on again so they are going to be all freshly wet for you", she said with a giggle. My clit throbbed yet again and it wasn't long before her creamy-smooth soles appeared under my face with my mouth touching her toes which were indeed covered with a fresh layer of sweat. I felt the moisture spread across my nose and lips and I sighed hard into the bottom of her foot. Before I could understand what was feeling, Mareva's little fingers positioned around my pulsing clit and started rocking it back and forth again, releasing another, not-so-subtle whimper out of me. I couldn't believe that these girls were getting me off this way, and that I was finding it to be one of the hottest experiences of my life. A very young girl licking my butthole, rubbing my desperate clit, while teasing my nipples with her silky-smooth toes; with another preteen girl's smelly feet on my face at the same time. Something like this would sound crazy to absolutely anyone! Especially after I agreed to keep the feet where they were, knowing how nasty they were. "Lick my toes and cum Erica", Clarissa commanded, breaking me free from my thoughts. At this point, my body was so lost in a sea of heightened, thrilling, ecstasy that I didn't have the words to respond or the brainpower to contemplate the fact that an eleven-year-old girl just told me to lick her toes and have an orgasm. I whimpered into the bottom of her foot as I felt the pace of Mareva's skillful tiny fingers increase on my clit, rocking it back and forth faster and faster now. Without thinking, my lips parted slightly and my tongue bravely slipped out between them, about to make contact with some of the smoothest toes I had ever felt. I shivered and twitched as it made contact and I tasted the saltiness in her sweat. Then the flavor of the smell, if there was such a thing, reached my brain as my tongue started lightly dragging back and forth across as many of the slippery toes that it could reach. Mareva's fingertips seemingly rocked my clit back and forth in perfect sync with my tongue movements. "OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!", I wailed, sensing that my burning clit was a only few rubs away from releasing. My own toes began to curl and I deeply inhaled immediately before I screamed into her silky sole as I started to cum from the combination of each indescribably overwhelming sensation. Despite my whole body thrashing around, Mareva's fingers never lost contact with my clit for a second as she now furiously rubbed it back and forth, mercifully giving me wave after wave of blindingly sapphic pleasure. Her own slick toes teased my aching nipples which only made my orgasm stronger, and her tongue putting pressure on my butthole made every touch on my clit a million times more intense while it raged and contracted from a child's unstopping touches. My butt cheeks clenched as tightly around her tongue as possible. Clarissa pushed her ankles upwards and was gently moving her feet forwards and backwards, increasing their contact with my face as I moaned into them and tasted her sweat. My uncontrollable moans and wails continued the entire time, still muffled by her feet. As the waves of euphoric sexual release began to calm after arguably the most memorable half-minute of my life, all my muscles released exhaustively when the helpful sensations from both girls ceased. A gentle whimper emerged from my lips as I was starting to grasp the idea of everything that had just been performed on me and how I was feeling now. I considered the orgasm I endured previously with Mareva's help and my own fingers to be the strongest ever, but what I experienced moments prior with the both of them dwarfed it in every measurable sense. --- "Wow", Clarissa uttered. Even though Clarissa experienced something similar personally not long before me, I realized that she had never watched someone else endure it. I knew my body had reacted extremely violently, mostly being contained by the table I was secured to. My moans and screams, however, might have come across as a little more shocking. "Are you OK?", she continued. "Yes", I started to reply, "I know I made so much noise. I couldn't help it. It was the most amazing orgasm ever..." "I know what you mean", she replied, as I felt the ropes being loosened around my wrists and my left ankle simultaneously. "Yeah, I guess you do now", I agreed, as my second ankle was freed. Suddenly I was surprised by the feeling of what seemed like a fingertip dragging lightly in the indentation on my back above my tailbone. My whole body twitched and then shivered at the light caress. "Feel good?", Mareva's tiny voice asked, followed by a little giggle. I felt the rope around my waist finally loosen so I placed my hands next to my breasts on the table and started to push my upper half upward while my legs closed together and landed on the floor. Now upright, I turned to Mareva. "I...", I hesitated, "... I can't believe you did that to my butt!?" A small smile appeared across her silky-smooth lips. "Feel good?", she asked again, with a bigger smile. "Yes", I replied, "I've never felt that before but it was... wonderful." I then turned to look at Clarissa, who was still naked with the exception of the red Crocs on her feet. Two slippery, shiny trails ran down on the insides of both of her thighs and stopped above her knees. She noticed me looking at them and blushed a little bit when her eyes glanced back up at mine. "See?", I asked, "Doing this to someone else makes you feel really good too." "Yessss", she started to reply softly, "it was so much fun. Mareva came back and put a finger over her mouth so I wouldn't tell you. She whispered to me a little bit and gave me ideas of what to say and do to you." Glancing at Mareva while Clarissa explained, I noticed a sly smile across her tender lips. "Was putting your feet on my face one of them?", I asked. "Yes", Clarissa started to reply with a little giggle, "she said you needed it and would love it." I pondered her words internally for a moment. "That is one of the weirdest things I have ever done", I replied while feeling a slight flutter in my stomach. "Did you love it?", Clarissa asked curiously. "I don't know... I don't really know how to explain it", I started, "I didn't like it at first but with everything else that was being done to me at the same time, it started making me really hot." "Even the smell?", Clarissa asked, sounding even more curious. I sighed deeply. "Yeah, I think so...", I trailed off, feeling a rush of warmth in my cheeks, not believing that I had just admitted to this. Mareva looked at Clarissa and said, "She gets it now." "Gets what?", I asked, looking at Mareva. "You will see!", she replied back cheerily, as she started walking towards the tri-fold privacy screen. She disappeared behind it for a brief moment but then re-emerged, holding something in her right hand. As she started walking back over towards us, I could see that she was carrying what appeared to be my black flip flops. She walked over to where I had slipped out of my pair of the red Crocs earlier and set my flip flops down next to them. "I must leave now but I have gift for you", she said simply. I looked down at both pairs of shoes and back up to see both Clarissa and Mareva staring at me intently. I had the oddest sensation of butterflies in my stomach. Reluctantly, I took a few steps over to both pairs of shoes and slipped my bare feet back into the ugly, moist Crocs. "Good, see you both later", she said while a lustful look graced Clarissa's beautiful face for an instant. Mareva started walking towards the tri-fold screen in the corner of the room and soon disappeared behind it. As she was doing so, I noticed that the pelting rain had seemingly stopped, as I could no longer hear it bouncing off the metal roof. "Is she changing first?", Clarissa asked me. I shrugged at her and looked at my pile of clothes nearby on the floor. My panties were still a slick mess but my jean shorts had apparently dried enough for the wet parts to not be so overtly obvious. I stepped out of the Crocs and into both legs of them and pulled them up to my waist. The dampness of them clung tightly to bare pussy; the feeling causing me to shiver a little. I stepped back into the squishy Crocs as I was bending over to pick up my sports bra and t-shirt, which I then re-covered my upper body with. I stuffed the soaked panties into one of the pockets of my shorts. Turning around, I noticed Clarissa was almost completely dressed as well. Our eyes met again when we were both dressed and Clarissa muttered, "She's still back there? It's been a long time", while looking at the tri-fold screen. "Hmmm", I replied to Clarissa. Turning around, I started walking in that direction while asking, "Mareva? Are you OK? Do you need help or something?" I hadn't received a response by the time I reached the front of it, so I peered behind it out of concern. Clarissa must have observed my jaw drop from where she was standing and called out, "What happened?" "She's not here!", I exclaimed with a lot of surprise and confusion. Clarissa came running over and stopped when she reached my side. Her eyes also widened upon the realization that Mareva had vanished again. Her bright blue eyes pierced mine as she asked, "Where did she go?!" I looked back behind the screen and a slight discoloration on the floor caught my eye. I kneeled down and Clarissa joined me, likely to see what I had noticed. "What do you see?", she asked. I moved my hand over the discolored spot and felt a small indentation. As I dipped my fingers into it, a small ridge started to emerge that was about the width of my hand away. Pushing more, the other end continued to rise. "It's a handle", I replied in a puzzled tone to Clarissa. I slipped my fingers through it and pulled upward out of curiosity. As I did so, I could see the square outline of a trap door lift off the floor, but it only was able to rise a fraction of an inch before I met a harsh resistance. I pulled again, purposely more forcefully this time, and found that my efforts didn't help. "There is no way Mareva could have opened this...", I muttered. "What if it's locked from the other side?", Clarissa asked. Thinking about her question, I responded, "That's a good thought, but wait, what is even below us? This hut sits right on the jungle floor." "This place is so weird...", Clarissa trailed off, repeating her earlier words. After a pause, she added, "Erica, can we go eat? I think I am really hungry." "I think we both are after what we just went through, let's do it", I said with a little laugh. I looked at my watch and realized that it was well past lunchtime. We started walking together towards the exit door leading to the smaller welcome hut as the two candles still glowed on the opposite side of the room. After passing through it, we were both startled to find the worker girl from earlier sitting at the desk. "Thank you, please come back soon!", she greeted us with, smiling. "Oh... yes, thank you too!?", I replied hesitantly, caught off guard by both her presence and words. "Erica! You forgot your flip flops!", Clarissa exclaimed suddenly while tugging on my hand. I looked into her beautiful eyes and replied slowly and with a hint of a smirk, "It's OK, I don't think I will need them for a while." She looked at me blankly for a couple seconds but then when my words clicked in her head, she showed me a big, braces-filled grin and beamed, "You are SO cool!" I giggled a little in response as I opened the door leading back into the jungle and we stepped through it together and were finally outside. I reached out to hold her hand and she met my embrace, her soft touch again stirring butterflies, and we walked back down the path towards the main part of the hotel holding hands the entire way. There was an indescribable magnetic energy between us now that I was positive we could both feel. I couldn't help but wonder what adventures we would stumble upon next. --- Chapter 5 coming soon! Comments, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all welcome.