Little Ballerina For Men’s Cocks

Britney’s dancing days are over. But there are another ways to entertain. Two men, her close friends, will show the reluctant naive girl how to make men happy.

Moira leaned against the studio wall, watching Britney, her 18 year old daughter, leap through the air. The 36 year old woman was extremely proud of her baby girl. But there was also a sadness in her heart.

Moira’s large breasts had been inherited by her tiny 5’2” child. The young girl’s 32-DD tits had become a problem, one which would force Britney to quit this type of dancing. Her tits were simply too large for a ballerina.

“She looks amazing,” a man behind Moira said with a complimentary tone.
Turning, the attractive woman saw Norman standing nearby. His eyes watching every move Britney’s body made.

Nodding, Moira admitted, “Yes she is. She’s my sweet baby girl.” Smiling at the 61 year old man she’d known for years, she said sadly, “but Britney’s only going to be here a few more times.” Glancing at her own breasts, Moira acknowledged with a wink, “my little girl’s… breasts… are simply too big. Guess that’s my fault.”

Norman grinned at Moira, his eyes lustfully devouring her tits. “I’ve never thought yours were… too big. And,” he continued, “Britney caries hers… quite well.”

Suddenly Norman's mind was filled with images of what he’d done to Patty, his own granddaughter, over the years. When she’d turned 18, he’d given her his cock. Now he molested his precious grandchild every time she visited him.
He’d also given her tiny body to his friends for their pleasure. Norman had trained his little granddaughter – to be a slut for him and his friends.

Now Norman stood in the ballet studio, watching Britney, whose tiny body he suspected would feel just as wonderful on his cock as Patty’s. Admiring the little girl, dressed in white tights and a snug black sports bra, which barely covered her beautiful tits, Norman realized his cock was growing hard.
A moment later the music stopped. The day’s lesson was finished.

Norman watched the young girl walk toward him – and her mother. Pulling the band from her forehead, Britney’s long blonde hair fell over her narrow shoulders.
The old man noticed she’d put long pink dyed streaks in her hair, which gave her an almost childish appearance. His cock twitched under his jeans as he looked at the young girl approaching.

“Were you watching me?” Britney asked teasingly, as she looked up into Norman’s gray eyes.
“I was honey,” he confessed. “You looked… wonderful.”
Britney giggled, the way little girl’s do, as she raised her hands, pulling her loose golden-pinkish hair into a ponytail. Her tits pressed against the fabric of her bra, forcing more of her cleavage into view.

“You’re as beautiful as your mommy,” another man’s voice said.
Norman instantly recognized it.

Scott had been Norman’s confidant for many years. At 41, the tall muscular black man had molested Norman’s granddaughter many times, while Norman watched. Now, standing close to Britney in her dance outfit, looking at the tops of her luscious tits and tiny body, Norman knew what Scott was thinking.

“Damn it!” Moira unexpectedly exclaimed. “The hospital just called. I have to go back to work.” Pausing for a moment, she asked, “Norman, I know it’s an inconvenience, but can you take Britney home? I know it’s out of your way.”
Norman’s cock, still hard under his jeans, pushed against the fabric. He glanced toward Scott. “Sure Moira, we’ll take care of Britney for you.”

Two minutes later, Scott ushered the little girl into Norman’s Pickup. As Britney slid across the seat, the black man adjusted his hard cock. Leaving his hand inside his jeans for a moment longer than necessary, he made certain the tiny girl saw his bulging shaft.

Smiling innocently, Britney blushed. A couple of the boys in her ballet class had teased her about her large tits. She assumed Scott liked them too.

As they drove toward Britney’s home, Scott slipped his large hand across Britney’s knee. “Guess you’re going to miss dancing,” he observed, looking lustfully at her cute face.
“I am,” she acknowledged. Glancing down she mumbled, “But these get in the way.” Aware of Scott’s hand on her leg, her shoulders shivered slightly.

“Yesssss,” he moaned, sliding his hand a couple inches up her thigh. “But… tits… are good for… other things.”
Britney sat silently between the two men she’d known for years, mildly scared by her unfamiliar situation.

Twenty minutes later, Norman drove along a gravel road. Pulling into a clearing, he parked the Pickup.
Britney saw tire tracks on the ground. Other cars had obviously been to his same place, many times. But it was a place, a well-hidden place she didn’t recognize. Norman had told her mommy he’d take her home. Why was she here – with Norman and Scott – men her mommy obviously trusted?

“Are we…” Britney began to ask.
“Shhhhhh, honey,” Norman interrupted, raising his left hand to her sports bra. Sliding the cloth up, her soft young tits fell from under the fabric.

“Norman… No!” she gasped, her hands pointless attempting to cover her breasts.
“Yes Britney,” he coldly replied. “Scott and I have shared my granddaughter – now we’re going to share you.”

Britney’s blue eyes grew wide with fear – and tears.
The men’s hands seemed to be touching every part of her body. Her head was jerked back, her tits were being fondled and her legs, her… pussy, which had never been touched by a man, was being… groped by wiggling fingers.

Pulling the little girl’s face toward his lap, Norman commanded, “Suck my cock Britney.”
Through her blurry vision she saw a man’s cock – Norman’s cock, her friend’s cock – quickly approaching her face.
No, she realized, it was her mouth which was descending toward his precum oozing shaft.

Her lips touched the slick tip.
“Open your mouth, Britney,” Norman demanded. “Filthy whores – like you – suck men’s cock. It’s why you exist.”

Reluctantly her lips parted. Britney felt the warm skin of his shaft slid over her tongue. The slick precum coated her throat as the cock’s head pushed deep.
“Ummmmmmph,” Britney instantly gagged. Her tiny body jerked wildly on the truck’s seat, as she fought to free her mouth from the thrusting shaft. But she was helpless, at the mercy of her… friend.

Scott’s hands slid up her thighs, his large fingers pressing against her pussy. Slipping his right hand between her slender legs, he pressed the white tights against her virgin clit. His left thumb pushed hard against her tiny asshole under the material, as she lay on her left side, sucking Norman’s cock.

As the minutes passed, Scott watched Norman rape Britney’s throat. His own cock ached for some of this sweet little girl’s tender body. Stepping out of the Pickup, Scott jerked the child’s hips toward him. Her mouth pulled free of Norman’s cock.

“Yessssss,” Norman groaned, “It’s time!”

Lifting Britney into his arms, Scott carried her to the back of the truck. “Time to share,” he groaned in a low uncaring tone. While the tall black man held the tiny white girl’s quivering body, Norman dropped the tailgate.

Scott lowered the sweet child’s body onto the truck’s tailgate. Her short legs dangled above the ground.
Britney scanned her surroundings. The open area was deserted, no one could help her.

Scott grabbed Britney’s ponytail, jerking her backward, laying her in the truck. Slipping his fingers into Britney’s tights as he looked into her frightened blue eyes, he groaned, “Sooooo Sweeeet.” With a single jerk, he ripped open the crotch of her white tights.
“Almost ready,” the black man coldly said with evilness in his eyes.

“Please… Scott… don’t…,” she begged as he tugged her white cotton panties, ripping them open.

“Oh, yes, honey,” Scott replied, “you’re too tiny and too sweet. You’re perfect for molesting. Norman and I have waited for this day for a long time!”

Scott dropped his jeans. Sitting naked on the tailgate, Scott lay back into the bed of the Pickup. Effortlessly lifting the little girl’s body over his hips, he positioned the head of his black cock against her small warm pussy lips. With his left arm over her narrow hips and his right, across her slender back, Scott forced his shaft into the child’s virgin hole.

“Noooooooooo,” Britney screamed.
“Ohhhhhhh, Britney,” Scott bellowed at the same moment. His 7” black cock moved halfway into her tiny white cunt. Her warm outer folds slid over his shaft, stretching wide, accepting his merciless penetration.

Britney’s screams and pleading for her friends to stop, only excited the two men more.
Norman stood near the tailgate watching Scott’s cock disappear into the little girl’s body. His jeans were crumpled on the tailgate as his hand held his 6” shaft.

Moving behind Britney’s frantically wiggling ass cheeks, Norman pulled the two pairs of jeans under his knees. Kneeling over Scott’s thighs, Norman’s left hand ruthlessly grabbed Britney’s narrow hip. The fingers of his right hand guided the head of his cock to its destination – Britney’s precious puckered asshole.

The two men had discussed how they’d fuck the little girl – if they ever had the chance. Today was the culmination of all their fantasies.

The tip of Norman’s cock pressed against the tight muscles of Britney’s young asshole. Taking a deep breath, realizing what he was about to do to the sweet child, he grinned wickedly at Scott, whose cock had completely disappeared into the tiny girl’s cunt.

Britney’s screams filled the air. Her high-pitched, little-girl voice had never sounded this delightful to the men’s ears.

“Britney,” Norman said, wanting her attention, “Can you feel my cock on your asshole?”
So much… too much… was happening to her all at once. “Norman… please,” she begged, “you’re mommy’s friend and my….” Her words faded.

Norman’s thumb pressed the head of his cock against her tiny opening. Pushing forward, his cock popped into her tight hole. Without pause, the 61 year old man’s cock slid deep into Britney’s tender virgin ass – his balls slapping the space just above her stretched cunt.

“Noooooooooooo,” Britney screamed again. But it was pointless. Her protests, her pleading only filled the men’s minds with more perverse and molesting desires. As she knelt, penned helplessly between them, the little girl knew she was theirs to use any way they desired.

Their cocks pounded into Britney’s two virgin spaces, opening the little girl’s body to never before imagined pain and degradation. Her small body had outgrown the ballet, but it had grown into a perfect fuck-toy. Norman and Scott were simply the first two men to enjoy this sweet meat.

They’d fucked Britney for nearly five minutes. Slowing their cock thrusts as their orgasm neared, then increasing in varicosity once control had been reestablished. They were in no hurry to finish with this little girl. She was simply too usable.

“Norman, I can’t hold out,” Scott finally moaned, his hips driving up into Britney’s tiny pussy. His thick black cock suddenly erupted, pumping white liquid deep into the child’s sweet hole.
“Yesssssss,” the old man acknowledged, still holding Britney’s soft hips in his hands. “I’m there…” he moaned, his cock brutally pounding into her tiny ass.

Their cum gushed simultaneously into the petite child, sandwiched between their cruel cocks.

Britney’s screams had nearly subsided as her young exhausted body lay limp on Scott’s broad chest. She’d begged, protested, pleaded and cried – now her precious body, her resistance -- was drained. She lay helpless between the molesting men, unable to escape.

With their cum spilled deep into the little girl’s holes, Norman and Scott held the child on their shrinking cocks. Her tiny body was exquisite, neither man wanted to pull their flaccid shafts from her warm openings.

“Are you… done,” Britney innocently whispered, her cheek and soft tits resting on Scott’s chest. “Can I… go home,” she asked.
The tenderness of her tone sent a quiver of perverse lust through Norman’s body. If only he had another hard cock – he thought.

Easing his hips backward, Norman’s soft cock slipped from Britney’s tiny asshole. A small stream of thick white liquid oozed out, sliding toward her pussy.
Scott lifted the little girl’s hips skyward, allowing his soft back shaft to pull from her sweet tight cunt. As he moved her body to his left, his cum spilled from between her soft pussy lips. It was a sight he never tired of seeing.

Fifteen minutes later, Norman pulled into Britney’s driveway. The precious child had been silent the entire way home. Her head had rested on the Pickup’s seat back as her quiet breathing had been slow and steady.
Norman and Scott accompanied Britney to her front steps.

Moira opened the door. She saw Britney’s torn tights. The little girl’s ripped panties were visible between her thin legs. Her bald public mound was fully exposed. Thick white goo covered the upper two inches of her thighs.
“Britney,” Moira asked with tender motherly compassion, “Did you have fun with Norman and Scott?”

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(This storyline was suggested/requested by Britney, another writer on this site.)
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