Phineas & Ferb: Isabella's Enlightenment

February 11, 201X

This Friday coming up is Valentine's Day. I want to do something special with Phineas, but I haven't decided on anything yet.

I've been thinking about this since at least Christmas, but every time I think about wanting to do something with him, I get anxious. That's... actually why I haven't talked about this until now. What should we do? What does he like? What if it goes bad? I don't want to foul anything that might happen between us before it even has a chance to happen!

Maybe I'm just overthinking all of this. I should just get him a card, and some chocolates, and tell him to come over and everything will be cool.

NO! It has to be something special and unique and fun! Otherwise we'll just spend the whole night with him doing something stupid, like trying to build a roller coaster that spells out his love for me! Which, I mean, yeah, would be really sweet, but he always does stuff like that. Building things, I mean.

I need to figure it out soon, though. I only have a few days left.

It's cool, Isabella. You got this.

* * *

Isabella flipped closed the now smoldering book that was her diary. She buried the tensions about her planned special night with Phineas deep down, and all that pent up energy spilled out through her pen onto her poor abused book. She hesitated going back to read any of it since she started this particular vein of thought, as she suspected in hindsight that she sounded like a raving lunatic.

Isabella pushed away from her desk and stretched out her limbs. She felt a bit better after spilling her guts out onto the pages, and ready to return to the task at hand.

With Valentine's Day around the corner, her Fireside Girls troop was busy adorning their elementary school with festive decorations. Of course, Valentine's Day, it turns out, is the most uncreative holiday to celebrate with decorations, so they ended up plastering every visible surface in and around the school with eighty six quintillion hearts of different shades of pink and red.

Adyson, one of the other Fireside Girls in Isabella's troop, entered the room carrying two stacked cardboard boxes filled with hearts. They had just started on this classroom when they ran out of hearts, and Isabella had Adyson go and fetch more while she took the time to vent her frustrations out on her diary.

"Thanks." Isabella said, taking one of the boxes and making a slow cycle around the room, taping the hearts up on the walls one at a time. "So uhh... is there anyone you're gonna ask to be your Valentine?"

"Not really, but there's this cute boy - Cody, I think his name is - he's come and talked to me a few times and always compliments how nice I look, especially in my uniform." Adyson said. She turned to Isabella, a gleam in her eyes. "I think he likes me!"

"That's sweet. If uhh... if he doesn't ask you on Valentine's Day, are you gonna do it?" Isabella asked.

"I'm SO gonna go for it! He's so nice to me, and I wouldn't want to go alone this Valentine's Day."

Isabella smiled and returned to her work. She was certain the other Fireside Girls would find Valentines as well. They were all skilled, intelligent girls, and any guy would be lucky to have them. Isabella had her own share of admirers, but her plight wasn't about finding a Valentine, but rather trying to plan out a special night for the boy she already singled out from the pack. That, it turned out, was a far greater ordeal than trying to find an available boy to begin with.

She took a moment to wonder at just how different things were these days. According to her mom, back in her day, boys and girls, when they were ten like Isabella was now, weren't really interested in Valentine's Day or romance or anything of the sort. In fact, most boys still very much believed in cooties at that age, a ridiculous disease that only girls had, supposedly. These days, only first graders believed in such nonsense, and even then they were a rarity.

After Isabella and the rest of the Fireside Girls finished decorating for the day, they returned home. Isabella ended up taking a detour to the bookstore to see if she could find any book to help her on dating, be it a For Stupids book or an Astro magazine. Unfortunately, she was blocked by store employees, who refused to sell her books on those topics on the grounds that she was too young. She would have protested, but it wasn't worth it.

"Should have known it wasn't going to be so easy." she said to herself after leaving the bookstore. "I guess I'll have to think of something before Friday on my own."

As Isabella returned home, she passed by a travelling cart merchant, governed by a woman wearing thick blue and gold robes. She looked not unlike a gypsy or some mystical fortune teller that would recruit some random kid to go slay a dragon. Only her eyes upward were visible on her face; everything below that was concealed behind a veil similarly colored to that of her robes.

"Ahhh, a pretty maiden." she cooed, her voice light and airy with a distinct accent. "May I interest you in-"

"No thanks, I'm not interested." Isabella insisted, barely breaking her stride as she passed the woman.

"But the day of romance, it soon approaches, does it not?" she called after her, though barely raising her voice. "I have just the thing for young maidens such as you, eager to explore the wonders of romance on this beloved day."

Isabella paused for a moment. It sounded like a really crappy sales pitch trying to sound as exotic as possible, but given she would otherwise return home empty handed, it wouldn't hurt to hear her out.

"I'm listening." She replied after retracing her steps back to the cart.

"Contained in these kits are everything a maiden will need to ensure a happy romantic life, to show you how to please a suitor, and make your love the talk of the town."

Isabella looked at the boxes stacked on the cart. They were pink, featureless boxes save for a gold cord that was wrapped around each one, securing it closed.

"So what exactly is inside it?" she asked.

"That is a lady's secret, but you would not be disappointed." the woman answered, giving her a knowing wink. As if she sniffed out Isabella's skepticism, the woman picked out one of the boxes and handed it to her. It was weighty, and when she shook it experimentally there was some rustling inside, but whatever was in there wasn't a bunch of rocks.

"Umm... how much?" Isabella asked.

"Only thirty dollars, but who could put a price on love?"

Thirty dollars was pushing it, and she didn't even know what was inside the box. Still, if there was any clue that this woman was scamming people, the police would probably be shaking her down right now. It wasn't like she could even blend in with a crowd; her cart and garb made that all but impossible. So... she had to be legit. Maybe.

"Alright, I'll bite." Isabella pulled out thirty dollars from her wallet and handed it to the woman. She counted it then slipped it into a black lockbox at the head of the cart.

"Very good. I hope you enjoy your new experience." she said, then gave Isabella a small bow before pushing her cart down the street. With her new purchase, Isabella returned home, where she put the box upstairs on her bed. She'd address its contents later tonight, after homework and dinner were done with.

* * *

January 11, 201X Supplemental

Feeling a tinge of buyer's remorse right now. I bought this strange box from a weird-looking woman, and she claims what's inside it will help me with Phineas.

I haven't opened it yet; I will after this. This anticipation reminds me of opening presents on Christmas day. Or my birthday. I bet that's a good sign.

Alright, Isabella. Time to see what you just burdened yourself with.

* * *

It was 9PM. The light in Isabella's room was dim as if she had gone to bed. She was dressed in a camisole, along with her underwear and a pair of thick socks. There was movement going on just outside her door that slowly diminished as her family did last minute business before retiring for the night. Slowly and carefully, she untied the cord around the box, then tossed it aside and pulled the lid off. It was time for the moment of truth.

Inside the box were a few items. The first thing that she saw was a CD with an abstract shape on the label in pink and black. The second and third items were smaller pink boxes, one of which was as long as the main box and, by its heft when she pulled it out, the main brunt of the weight of the box. The other was much lighter and smaller. It rustled very lightly when she shook it. Emblazzoned on the large box was a 1, and a 2 on the smaller one.

Setting them aside for the moment, Isabella grabbed her CD player from her desk and plopped back down on the bed. She put on her headphones, then pulled the CD out of its protective plastic covering and put it into the player.

The first few seconds of the CD were silent, but then a female voice suddenly spoke amidst a silent, but ever growing sound of static.

"You will not understand everything clearly at first; this is normal. Listen to this over and over again until you are fully enlightened. After you finish this session, open the first box."

Isabella assumed the box the CD referred to was the small one with the 1 on the top. The recording was silent again, but the sound of static was louder than before, but not painfully so. As Isabella listened to it more and more, she felt a little uncomfortable. It must have been her poor posture on the bed. She laid down at the head and continued to listen to the CD, though there wasn't much to listen to. Just the sound of white noise. Was that the entire CD? What was she supposed to hearing out for? Was there a secret message amidst this static?

She continued to listen for another ten minutes when she started to hear the sounds of something in the noise. Before she had a chance to alter the volume, the static either faded or blended - it was difficult to tell - into the sound of rustling leaves, or water rushing over a riverbed. It reminded her of when she went to summer camp the year before. It was soothing and relaxing.

Then the sound changed again. This time, she could hear a woman's voice. She was moaning in a way Isabella never heard a woman moan before. As it became clearer, she could feel the blood rush to her face and her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know how she knew, but something was happening to this girl that felt really good, and Isabella felt a tinge of jealousy that she couldn't feel it as well.

"This is your destiny." a voice narrated over the woman's moaning. "Give in to your body's deepest desires. Let it breathe the open air freely, without the burden of modesty."

Isabella looked down at her body. Her nightwear of choice was not what you would call modest, and definitely not appropriate for walking around the house in, but for some reason, it felt too burdensome at the moment. Since it was assumed she went to bed - and technically she did - she was safe from her family's prying eyes.

First came off the socks. Her feet were a little chilly earlier, but now they felt perfectly fine. Next went the camisole. For some reason, it felt as constricting as a corset. She was only ten, so she was still a long way off from puberty. She bore an almost perfectly flat chest, and her duties as a Fireside Girl kept her stomach shapely and smooth.

Finally, she pulled off her panties and tossed them unceremoniously across the room. Isabella never spent much time naked outside of when she went to shower. It was something she now regretted not discovering earlier. Being naked was very liberating; her body could breathe, and she was not weighed down by unnecessary cloth. It wasn't even cold out tonight to warrant bundling up.

Isabella's body, in fact, felt quite warm on this winter night.

"Your body is perfect the way it is; why hide it away?" the voice in the CD asked. "It begs for your attention, for the enlightenment you will achieve at the end. Listen to your body, and fulfill its desires."

Isabella looked down between her legs, at her tiny pussy. The folds were smooth and perfectly bald. She could feel a tingling sensation down there, almost like an itch or like she had to pee, but she didn't feel the urge to rush to the bathroom. However, she did feel the need to scratch it.

Calm and nonchalant as can be, Isabella moved her hand down between her legs and traced a line up her slit with her middle finger, careful to not scratch the sensitive skin with her fingernail. The act caused trembles to go up her spine. Her skin felt so sensitive down there, and it filled her with a kind of sensation that she never felt before. It was warm and electrifying, and the more she drew her fingers back and forth, the more it began to spread out from her pussy to her stomach, her chest, and eventually her head.

"This is the true nature of your body, a taste of what it craves and what it was born to feel. Allow it to take over. This is the path to your enlightenment."

Isabella continued to stroke her slit. Slowly, bit by bit, she became more aggressive with her rubbing. Her leg muscles were tensing up. The good electric feeling continued to build up between her legs, swelling in size and intensity like a snowball. Was it going to keep building forever? How long could she keep doing this? Isabella had a brief impulse to stop out of fear at this unknown, but the demand of the CD and her own body overrode that desire.

The ball of pleasure in the core of her body exploded in her mind's eye, and Isabella let out a loud gasp. Her body was paralyzed with a wonderful feeling unlike anything she ever felt before. It was difficult to move or even think, and her vision was getting blurry.

Then suddenly, almost as soon as it began, it was over. Isabella's heart was racing in her chest, and she took deep, raspy breaths. That was beyond amazing! Words alone couldn't describe how great it felt. Even now, after the rush had passed, her body was still very sensitive. What little light that was in the room seemed a bit brighter, and bright colorful spots danced in the corners of her vision.

"This concludes the first stage of your enlightenment. You may now open the first box. Use what's within it to explore your body's true nature. When you are ready, play this again to understand what was once unknown to you."

The CD player came to the end of the track and turned itself off. It took a minute for Isabella to move. Her muscles were a bit sore, and she felt like she had just run a mile, for some reason. Her movements were a bit sluggish after her first ever orgasm. When she did, she sat up and looked at the boxes labelled 1 and 2. Obviously the CD meant for her to open up the 1 box; she had a brief thought to check in the 2 box as well, but she knew that she'd open it when she was ready.

Popping open the lid on the 1 box. Inside were a few objects. One looked like a strangely shaped flashlight, except the handle was tapered, and instead of a light on the end, there was a large bulb. On the end of the handle was a plug at the end of a length of cable. What sort of device was this? Clearly it was meant to be plugged in, though.

The other object was a long, smooth, slightly flexible shaft made of some kind of material Isabella couldn't identify, but it was nearly as long as her forearm and just as thick. By its shape, she immediately recognized it as a penis, remembering her sex ed class last year. Based on what she learned, though, it was quite a comically large replica of one; the models she was shown in class were like fingers compared to this one. What it was doing in the box, she wasn't sure, but the sight of it turned her on.

Isabella returned her attention to the device in her hand. Slipping off the bed, and after checking the crack in the doorway to make sure everyone had gone to sleep by now, she plugged the device into the wall and turned it on. The bulbous end of the device started vibrating wildly, to the point her hand was jittering about trying to hold it steady, and it made a deep buzzing sound. Isabella quickly turned it off, afraid the noise might wake her family, and she didn't want to try and explain where the box and its contents came from, or why she was completely naked on this winter night.

Immediately outside her doorway, though, the lights were off, and she could not hear any motion throughout the rest of the house. With the coast clear, she turned on the device again. Watching it oscillate for a moment suddenly struck her with what the CD wanted her to do with it. Positioning herself over the corner of her bed, she pressed the vibrator into the mattress so the bulb was on the corner, and Isabella lowered her full weight onto it.

The mattress helped muffle some of the noise, and Isabella had to try hard to not cry out in shock and joy. The vibrator tickled her sensitive pussy lips and clit with amazing ferocity, pleasing her in ways that her fingers alone would not come close to competing with. It was a good thing she decided to use the corner of the bed, otherwise the pleasure was so intense she would have a hard time standing up.

Within a few minutes of holding the vibrator to her pussy, Isabella had another orgasm, this one much stronger than the first. She had to quickly grab her pillow from the head of the bed and bury her face into it to not wake up the whole house with her cries of elation. The way her orgasm paralyzed her body and numbed her mind was strange, yet incredibly addictive. Her pussy was more sensitive than she could have ever imagined, especially the tiny little nub above her labia, which felt like a fireball when she touched it even slightly. With the vibrator, it quickly turned into an inferno.

After her second orgasm, Isabella was even more exhausted. Her movements were very clumsy and sluggish as she fumbled about with the vibrator, trying to turn it off. She could have easily pulled away, but aside from lacking a sense of balance at the moment, her body did not want to part with it for as long as it was active. Once it was off, she collapsed on the bed, gasping for air. How she would describe this in her journal later would probably be impossible! Even trying to get to sleep at this might be a wasted effort. Despite her fatigue, she wanted to get to. Part of her regretted waiting until bedtime to open the box, but it couldn't be helped. She might have not been able to find any quality alone time while her family was awake. Still, she had school in the morning, so unfortunately, she'd have to get to sleep.

With some fumbled effort, Isabella packed up the boxes and slid them underneath her bed, where they wouldn't be found. Then she went around to the front and climbed under her bedsheets. She never slept naked before, but after listening to the CD, she couldn't imagine wearing even so much as underwear under the covers ever again.

Under the covers, Isabella clutched onto the vibrator, which she did not put away with the rest of the box's contents. Just because she had to sleep didn't mean she had to stop masturbating. Once she got too tired, she could easily switch the vibrator off and set it aside. It's not like she'd fall asleep with it buzzing against her pussy.

Spreading her legs far apart, Isabella held the vibrator to her pussy and turned the device on again. The last memories she had of the night was staring up at the ceiling, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she rode out a third orgasm in a row. Nothing else was more important to her that night than feeling this wonderful sensation over and over again.

* * *

Isabella awoke slowly to the sound of her alarm clock buzzing somewhere to her right. She fumbled out of the bedsheets and slammed her hand around aimlessly on the nightstand until she found purchase on the snooze button. Slowly, with some effort due to her aching limbs, she pushed the cover off of her and sat up, exposing her naked chest to the cold morning air.

The sun had barely risen, as was the case this time of year. It took a moment for Isabella to remember what she experienced last night. The vibrator was inert at her side; she must have turned it off before going to sleep. Isabella unplugged the vibrator and hid it under her pillow after making her bed. Still naked, she slipped out of her room after making sure the coast was clear and ducked into the bathroom.

As she waited for the water to heat up, Isabella's hands were between her legs, fingering at her clit, which was still throbbing and sore from last night. Despite this pain, she wanted to cum again, and if it wasn't for school in an hour, she would have spent the rest of her morning, at least, with the vibrator against her clit as she rode out one orgasm after another.

Isabella would have two more orgasms in the bathroom - one before she got into the shower and one while in the shower. She stumbled back into her room afterwards, feeling exhausted, yet somehow energized at the same time. After drying herself off, she sluggishly got dressed. Very quickly she realized just how uncomfortable her clothes were to her. They felt tight and restrictive, especially after spending the whole night naked - probably the longest she had ever been naked. It was truly liberating to be unweighted by clothes; unfortunately she would have to wait until after school before she could strip down again.

* * *

The end of the school day could not come soon enough. Isabella found it difficult to concentrate on her schoolwork when her mind was at home, thinking about exploring her body further with the vibrator and listening to the CD. In just one session, she already learned enough to make Valentine's Day with Phineas a most memorable one. There was no telling what could happen with even more knowledge!

When she got home, Isabella raced upstairs and slammed her door shut. Her clothes came off in mere seconds, and she plopped herself on the bed with the CD player by her side. She made sure to lock her door beforehand so her mom wouldn't come barging in. Putting the headphones on and plugging the vibrator in, she laid back and played the CD again.

She remembered what happened last time, that it started with that foreword before opening up to static.

"You will not understand everything clearly at first; this is normal." she remembered it saying. "Listen to this over and over again until you are fully enlightened."

This time, the familiar voice said something different.

"Welcome to the next stage of your enlightenment." it said. "Listen to your body, and fulfill its deepest desires."

This, Isabella didn't need to be told. She was already buzzing away at her clit with the vibrator. Her legs were tense as the pleasure built up between them.

"To deprive your body of bliss is to deprive yourself of life." the CD narrated as Isabella's chest made small heaves rapidly. "Pleasure your body as often as you can. Nothing could be more important." The orgasmic moans she heard in the audio from yesterday began to play again behind the voice. It inspired Isabella to join this mysterious woman in her carnal delight. It felt like her orgasm was building up at the same time as the woman's in the CD; their breathing and moans were synced together, and to Isabella, it felt like her body was on autopilot, the progression of her orgasm beyond her control now.

The woman's voice squealed as she apparently hit her orgasm. In turn, Isabella came as well. The moment she did, she had a vision in her head; short, brief and shrouded in extreme light and shadow. She saw what looked like a girl in the throes of an orgasm, what she expected her own twisted expressions to look like when she reached her climax. Her face and the bottom half of her torso was partially obscured, but Isabella could tell that her legs were splayed far apart. Then, almost as soon as the image popped up in her mind, it vanished.

Isabella pulled the vibrator away from her clit and turned it off. Her breathing was heavy, and her cheeks felt very hot. The image intrigued her. She knew the girl was in the height of pleasure, and at Isabella was envious of her, but what the cause of it was made her curious. She wasn't using her fingers or a vibrator; her hands were far away from her pussy, gripping onto handles over her shoulders, by the look of it. So what could it have been?

"The clothes you wear should serve to accentuate your natural figure, never to hide it away." the voice in the CD said. "Within the second box is an example of such display. Open it. Use what's inside it to flaunt your beauty to the world.

"Continue your blissful meditations, young fledgling. Your enlightenment is almost within your grasp."

With that. The CD track ended. Isabella lay there staring up at the ceiling, still recovering from her orgasm, but also stunned by the vision she saw. Was it the CD, or her imagination running amok? It was difficult to tell. If it was part of the CD, it was probably part of her path to enlightenment, and if it WAS just her imagination...

Well, she hoped that she'd get to exercise it more often.

After a few minutes of rest, Isabella rolled off the bed and glanced over at the clock. To her alarm, it was 5:30; nearly two hours had passed without noticed. It was a miracle that her mom didn't come knocking at her door in that time!

Isabella moved to throw her clothes on, but she paused right as she touched her panties. The last words the CD spoke to her echoed in her mind. She ducked down and pulled the box out from under her bed. The 2 box was smaller than the 1 box, and much lighter. Based on her session this time, she had an inkling at what was waiting for her inside.

It was even better than she imagined.

Isabella opened the box to find a very exotic and provocative set of clothing within. A black micro skirt, a tiny bandeau that would cover her chest and not much else, a thong, and arm length gloves and thigh high stockings, both made out of fishnets. It took her a moment to realize what any of it actually was, much less where exactly she was supposed to wear it and how.

Isabella eagerly put on the garb. The thong was probably the most unique part of all of it. It didn't really feel like underwear at all, and it felt weird having nothing but a thin string running down between her butt cheeks. The largest piece of it covered her plump, sensitive pussy lips, and even that was barely large enough to conceal the entire mound. The skirt was equally tiny. It covered almost everything around her pelvic region when she was standing straight up, as she observed in the mirror, but the instant she bent over, her butt poked out underneath it.

Somehow, this made her butt look far more attractive than normal, but then, until now, she never really thought about how her butt looked. Up until now, she just saw it as a universal sign that cartoons used to show a person was naked. You see a butt! The person is naked! Ha ha!

But now she was thinking of her butt as not something to point at and laugh if you saw it exposed, but something lovely that had to be worshipped. It was tight and round, and something about the way she was dressed now made her appear so much more beautiful than she already was.

The bandeau fit her perfectly. It was a thin red strip of cloth that covered her flat chest, almost as long as the length of her hand from palm to fingertip. By all accounts, it WAS inappropriate, especially for a girl her age, but technically she was hiding away all her naughty bits that people got so worked up over. That was the thing that people actually cared about, right?

"Isabella, dinner's almost ready." her mom's voice said through the door. Isabella nearly jumped a foot, and whipped around, her hands wrapped around her body.

"Ok- coming, mom!" Isabella gasped. Her heart was pounding in her chest. For a second, she thought she was discovered. While the thought of being caught in this outfit was mortifying, it was also exhilarating. She was technically covered, but anyone with a wandering, daring eye could still ogle at her body. The idea of it was making her very wet. Isabella's eyes drifted over to the vibrator, and her pussy and clit tingled with anticipation...

No. That would have to wait. She didn't want to be late for dinner, and her mom would definitely know something was up. Hiding it under her pillow again, Isabella pulled off the outfit and stuffed them back into the box, and slid the box back under her bed. The larger boxes were empty now, so she kept the 2 box by itself under her bed, so she'd be able to access it once she was ready again.

Quickly throwing her regular clothes on again - which felt as bulky as a diving suit by comparison - and made her way downstairs.

* * *

January 12, 201X

After listening to the CD twice now, I feel much different about myself. There are so many amazing things I learned from it, but I don't know how to write it down in here. It's something you just have to experience yourself to understand.

But... I do know one thing: once I share this with Phineas... it'll be very difficult to find something else so fun and amazing!

But as much as I want to share it with him now, I have to wait. Aside from him either being in the Challenger Deep or outer space right now, I have to wait until Valentine's Day to show him. I'm gonna leave him a note at his house tomorrow.

Friday is going to be amazing.

* * *

Isabella was laying in a clearing in a forest, surrounded by flowers. She was naked, bathing in the sunlight that seemed to bear down directly on top of her, like she was the center of the world. The open air felt good on her skin, as did the sunlight.

The sound of stamping feet on the forest floor made Isabella turn around. Galloping into the clearing was a thick, muscular horse, with dark brown fur and a neat fiery red mane flowing behind its head.

But wait... it wasn't a horse. It was... Phineas? Or at least half of him. He was a centaur, with a chest more broad and ripped with muscles than she imagined his real self was like, and carrying an oddly shaped spear. She tried to make out its design, but whenever she tried to focus on it, her attention shifted back to Phineas.

"I'm here, milady." he said, his tone more mature, gallant and surefire than she ever heard it before. "Ride with me to Phineasland, our kingdom!"

Isabella stood up, her arms at her side, allowing Phineas' eyes to explore every inch of her exposed, naked body. She didn't mind; in fact, she wanted him to see her in her splendor.

"Yes..." she whispered, and approached him. She moved to climb on top of him - a feat considering his body was a foot and a half over the top of her head - but she paused and looked down between his legs.

Sprouting between Phineas' legs was a thick, enormous shaft nearly the length of Isabella's arm and dark with white splotches of skin. She never saw a penis like it before, but it was alluring to her for some reason.

Isabella knelt down in the grass and held the dick in her hand. It was smooth and hot to the touch. The end flared outward like some grotesque flower blooming in spring. Though to Isabella, it wasn't grotesque. It was one of the most beautiful things she ever saw, and that it was part of Phineas made it even better.

Her body moved as if it had a mind of its own. She rubbed the shaft against her cheek, enjoying the warmth it provided, then she shifted back and spread her legs apart.

"Come inside me!" she heard herself say. "Fill me up, Phineas!"

The Phineas centaur moved over her. She watched with gleaming eyes as the cock disappeared between her legs. She next felt some intense pressure somewhere under her stomach, and a warm, complete sensation flow through her body. To say it was orgasmic was an understatement; the pleasure she got from the vibrator was nothing compared to this!

The pressure waxed and waned with regularity. The blood rushed to Isabella's face, and she covered her face with her hands and couldn't help but thrust her hips upward to meet the thick, muscled body on top of her. Everything felt so good, she felt like she was going to explode. Suddenly, her mind went blank with the most powerful orgasm yet. Her body felt electrified, and her arms and legs closed around Phineas' horse body. She held onto him tightly, wishing nothing more than to hold onto this moment forever.

* * *

With an exclamation of shock, Isabella nearly fell off her bed. She was tangled up in the covers, and her arms and legs were wrapped around her pillow. Her thoughts were a bit sluggish, and her body was sore; it didn't take long to realize she just had an orgasm.

Once she was able to right herself, Isabella saw the vibrator kicked to a corner of the bed. It was unplugged; did she have an orgasm by her dreams alone?

If only it wasn't a dream; being in such an intimate scenario with Phineas was something to die for, something she's been fantasizing about ever since she completed the first session. The promised day with Phineas was only tomorrow, but she had a constant urge in the back of her mind to continue listening to the CD today and tomorrow, until the promised time she'd be able to be with him alone, finally. Until she knew every last leaf of knowledge the CD had to offer.

* * *

After school was let out later that day, Isabella raced home, eager to get out of her restrictive clothing and into the more comfortable and revealing outfit that came in the package she bought from the strange woman. There was no way she could have worn such a thing to school without getting suspended; besides, as much as she wanted to, she was a Fireside Girl, and she had to set a good example for the other students.

Now that she was out, however, and behind closed doors, that burden of responsibility no longer applied to her. Inside her house, as Isabella headed up the stairs, she tugged restlessly at her dress. She moved to open her door when she saw a piece of paper taped to her bedroom door:

=

Isa,

I will be working late and tomorrow because of Valentine's Day I left you dinner in the fridge it should be pretty good I used a new recipe and tried it before leaving it for you it's delicious-

=

Isabella blinked and shook her head. Her mom was quite a motormouth even in writing. The message went on for the rest of the paper and looped around back to the top, but the gist of it was she wasn't here tonight. That meant she was going to be home alone...

Isabella couldn't pull off her clothes fast enough.

Dressed back in her new slutty clothes, she sat down on her bed, vibrator between her legs and the CD player at her side. What new information was she going to learn from the CD today?

Hitting the play button, Isabella laid back on the bed, vibrator buzzing away at her pussy. The skirt was so short, she didn't need to hike it up at all, and the vibrations felt very good through the thong. As the pleasure mounted in her body, the voice in the CD once again spoke to her.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" It asked. Isabella couldn't agree more, but of course there was no way she could actually answer a recorded voice, and it felt incredibly foolish to try. "As wonderful as the sensations you've learned from the lessons so far are, they are but a preamble to your enlightenment, to what you were born to do."

Along the pleasure between Isabella's legs, there was a new sensation. It was an odd feeling, but it severely dampened whatever good feeling she got from the vibrator.

"Your body was satisfied with pleasing itself up until now, but soon it will hunger for more." the voice narrated. As she spoke, the girl's familiar moans faded in. "Sex is the most wonderful act you could engage in. It provides life, health, and purity of body and mind. All bodies desire it, crave it, and with your enlightenment, you will be an inspiration for others."

Isabella's orgasm came at the exact same time the background girl's moans reached a crescendo, but aside from the initial rush, it left Isabella feeling discontent. She felt a peculiar emptiness inside of her, like part of her was missing. As she sat there with the vibrator to her clit, wondering at the sudden feeling of emptiness, a revelation came to her in a flash.

The dream she had last night, the image of the Phineas centaur, and the enormous cock between his legs. She saw it disappear between her own legs, and a feeling of immense fulfillment spreading throughout her body.

Rolling off the side of her bed, Isabella reached under the bed frame and pulled out the box. The last item that she had yet to use... the dildo... its purpose was now clear in her mind. Pulling it out of the mess of boxes, she examined it again. It was a quite thick dildo. The idea of putting it inside her pussy excited her and made her nether regions tingle with anticipation, but at the same time, she had to wonder just how it was supposed to fit inside her. Despite her sex education, she still had a very limited knowledge about sex and what would happen. She was definitely never told about the orgasms, though she suspected if children were, they would not be able to stop masturbating or having sex. Isabella sure couldn't find it in her to stop.

Laying back on the bed, listening to the girl continuing to moan in the headphones, Isabella shifted the thong aside and poked the head of the dildo against her pussy lips and slowly pushed it in. It was an interesting feeling, having the dildo spread apart her virgin vaginal muscles. Despite her enthusiasm, she was trying to pace herself so her body could get used to the size. Her insides were incredibly slick with all the masturbating she had been doing for the past few days, but the muscles were still extremely tight and contracted to prevent the sudden intrusion.

With gradual pressure over several minutes, Isabella's vaginal muscles finally relaxed and allowed the dildo to slide further into her body. It was odd and a little frightening seeing such a large object disappear into her body, but all the small ridges and veins across the length of the shaft rubbed against the sensitive nerves, making Isabella tremble all over. Her clit popped up out of its protective hood, appearing to her like a baby's thumb on her pubis. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she stared at it. The demand for lust kept rising, the longer she listened to the CD, and the more she wanted to numb her mind with climactic euphoria. It was an addiction to her now, and almost nothing else mattered to her.

"AH!" Isabella gasped as she felt something give in her body, and she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, not unlike a flu shot. The pain faded quickly, and she found her pussy was now a bit more relaxed and flexible. The dildo pushed deeper in. Isabella felt a peculiar sense of fullness and completeness, like she had just added something to herself that was sorely missing until now.

Isabella bottomed out on the dildo. The other end of the shaft had a pair of sizeable testicles, and she could feel them pushing against the bottom half of her vulva. She breathed in sharply; every tiny movement she made was a sharp jolt of pleasure in a different part of her love canal.

"This is amazing..." she whispered to herself, though she could barely hear her own voice through the headphones. It was a much different beast than the vibrator; she couldn't pull away from it even if she wanted to, not when it was buried half a foot inside her body.

Isabella looked over at the vibrator, left at the foot of her bed. It was still plugged in. Her clit begged for attention, more than ever. She brought the head of the vibrator to her love button and turned it to its highest setting. The ensuing pleasure was so intense, for a moment, Isabella thought she was going to lose control of her bladder. She fell over, tangling her leg up in the vibrator cord, and she carefully rolled around so that she was on her back and wouldn't accidentally ripped the vibrator out of the outlet as she did so. The dildo in her body felt a lot thicker all of a sudden, and her vaginal walls clenched it like a vice.

There were no words to describe what this felt like. In fact, Isabella couldn't even think of any words; even the CD's voice faded into the background. Her actions were fueled by primitive instinct; an insatiable sexual hunger she never knew she had. Isabella grabbed the exposed part of the dildo from underneath her butt and began to pump it in and out of her pussy as she humped upwards into the vibrator. Compared to before, the sensations penetrated even deeper, down to her core.

She became aware of parts of her body previously unknown, the deep canal between her legs and below her stomach. Every inch of it was electrified with such amazing bliss, the room filled up with her trembling, airy moans. Up until now, outside of some heavy breathing on her part, Isabella didn't make a sound when she masturbated, but this time it was different. This time, she couldn't hold herself back, nor could she slow down. Everything felt so good. The electric sensation tingled in the tips of her fingers and toes. Her heartbeat pounded in her head like a drum. She pumped the dildo even more fiercely into her pussy, determined to push herself over the edge with this new feeling.

When her orgasm struck, Isabella was fortunate her mom wasn't home at the time. Her squeal was loud and shrill, and her body locked up with her lower half thrust to the ceiling. She squirted like a fountain, spraying the foot of her bed with her musky scent until her sheets were quite wet. Isabella's clit throbbed painfully against the vibrator that mercilessly violated it. She slowly came down from her high, but her muscles continued to contract. The dildo felt like an intruder inside her body now, but still a welcome one nonetheless. If this is what a fake dick felt like, imagine what the real one would be like.

"It's time for you to ascend to the next stage." the CD said, its voice registering in Isabella's ears again. "You may continue to indulge yourself on your own if and when you wish, but it is now time to put your teachings to practice. Once you have applied what you have learned, come back and listen one final time."

The CD player stopped, and Isabella pulled off the headphones. It was nearly time. She had to prepare for her big night with Phineas tomorrow. Informing him, of course, would be a different story altogether; knowing him, he was probably out in space at the moment. She'd leave him an invite in his room; he'd see it when he came home later tonight, whenever that would be.

Removing the dildo from her pussy was an ordeal. She was still exceptionally tight, and her insides were very sensitive after her mind shattering orgasm; pulling it out even a quarter of an inch sent jolts up her spine. Her muscles tugged and clenched onto the dildo every step of the way, stimulating her body constantly. By the time the head popped out, Isabella's body tensed up again with another orgasm. She thrust her hips up into the air again and moved her free hand between her legs to vigorously paw at her quivering pussy and prolong the climax for as long as possible.

By the time she came down from her third high, Isabella looked like a right mess. Her hair was dishevelled and her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat. She readjusted her bandeau, which was pulled a few inches down during her spastic movements, and moved the thong back over her sopping wet labia. Her body felt very strange and empty now, like she was missing something vital. Now that she understood what it felt like to have a cock in her body, to go without one felt very wrong.

Hopefully, if everything went right tomorrow, she wouldn't have to go without one for long.

With aching limbs, Isabella climbed off the bed and tucked the dildo into an elastic loop she discovered at the top of one of the stockings, like a holster. She made her way over to her desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.

=

Hey, Phineas

Happy Valentine's Day. Come over to my house after school. I'll have a big surprise waiting for you. You won't want to miss it!

Love, Isabella.

=

Perhaps it was a little cavalier for her to confess her love in the letter, but what's done is done. She folded it up and sealed it in an envelope, then wrote "From Isabella" on the front surrounded by hearts. With the envelope in hand, Isabella headed outside and across the street to Phineas' house. She was well aware every step of the way that she was still dressed in her slutty outfit. Stepping outside was an interesting experience. The air was not still like the indoors, and her clothes covered so little either way, it felt like she was almost completely naked. It was invigorating and liberating, but it made her feel very self conscious. It was saying something when her shoes were the most conservative clothes she was wearing.

Isabella approached Phineas' house and, after checking in his backyard, that he was not at home. Undoubtedly he was testing something. Earlier this week, last she checked, he was. Sure enough, the mountain of metal that he was working on in his backyard then was completely gone. All the lights in his house were off; the rest of his family must have been out and about as well.

Looking up at the second floor, Isabella noticed the window into Phineas' room was open. She took a step back until she had a good view into his room. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she flung the envelope into the open window. Despite her almost persistent arousal, she had enough sense about the weight and aerodynamics of the envelope and the wind conditions to make an accurate throw, and she had a large target to work with. Sure enough, her Fireside Girl training came through for her; it curved to the right at first, then arced back to the left just in time to pass through the open window and land inside the room. Isabella fist pumped in victory. A perfect throw.

Her mission complete, all Isabella could do now is wait. In her current state, that was far easier said than done; a day might as well be a year, for how much it strained her patience.

As Isabella left the backyard and went to return home and spend the rest of the night playing with her new toys, a car suddenly drove up and parked itself next to Phineas' driveway. Stepping out of the car's driver side was Candace's boyfriend, Jeremy Johnson. He was dressed in his usual attire; an open-button t-shirt with undershirt and cargo pants. He passed by her without noticing her, his eyes locked on the front door of the house. He stepped up to the threshold and rang the doorbell. Isabella was willing to let it slide initially, but she found herself, for whatever reason, drawn to him.

"Hey there, Jeremy." she greeted flirtatiously. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Oh! Isa-bella?" Jeremy's tone shifted very quickly from surprise to hesitation when he saw what she was wearing. "Uhh... aren't you a little young to be dressed like that?"

"...yes." Isabella admitted flatly and shamelessly. "Yes I am."

"Oh. Alright, then." He cleared his throat. "Well, I just came to pick up Candace. We're supposed to have a date tonight. It IS Valentine's Day, after all."

"Umm... Valentine's Day is tomorrow." she corrected.

"It is?! But... I... I thought that..." He looked back at the car with a look of dread on his face. "Aw, man. Dad said I could borrow the car for today ONLY. What am I gonna do?!"

Isabella watched Jeremy pace back and forth on the walkway restlessly, trying to work out and salvage his ruined plans. Her thoughts drifted to what kind of meat he was hiding in his pants, if he had the stamina to keep up with her...

Was this right to think such things when her heart was with Phineas? Certainly not; she didn't LOVE Jeremy, but she had needs. With Valentine's Day and Phineas so far away (albeit one much more than the other), she needed to satisfy her with the real thing NOW.

Isabella plopped herself down on the steps leading up to the house, right in front of Jeremy, and slipped her thong off and spread her legs apart.

"Hey, Jeremy." she cooed. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Jeremy paused in his pacing and looked over at her, only to blush heavily and turn his head away.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" he exclaimed. "Put your underwear back on!"

"I hardly call it underwear." Isabella replied. "Tell me, does Candace ever wear anything like this?"

"Uhh, n-no. Not-not that I know of." Jeremy looked around. He didn't want to be caught with this ten year old dressed in this manner exposing herself to him, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to look away, much less leave.

"I bet she doesn't have one of these either, does she?" Isabella asked, loosing the dildo from the elastic loop.

"Where did you get that?!" Jeremy asked.

"I bought it." Isabella brought the dildo between her legs and rubbed the head against her wet pussy lips. Jeremy noticed that her labia was a bright pink, and he realized how much she must have been masturbating recently to make the skin that raw.

"Aren't you a little young to be playing with that kind of toy?!"

"Yes." Isabella thrust the dildo into her pussy, letting out an audible cry of delight. "Yes I am!"

"Oh... shit." Jeremy stood there frozen with mortification and fascination as Isabella violated her young pussy with the dildo. It didn't seem like it should have been possible for her to stuff it into her, given its size, much less with the ease she demonstrated. She really got into it, making him blush heavily, and she moaned sweeter and with more authenticity than the girls in the porn movies he saw online. His pants felt uncomfortably tight as his erection strained in his underwear.

"Candace never did anything like this for you, has she?" Isabella giggled.

"N-no." Jeremy stuttered. His throat felt very dry, and he felt quite hot under the collar, even on this relatively cold evening. "I... are you sure you should be doing this, out here?"

"Why not? I love it so much! My heart is pounding in my chest, and my body feels so good all over!" Isabella plunged the dildo all the way to the hilt in her pussy, then rolled her hips around for a few seconds before pulling it out. The rush she got from masturbating outside, in front of somebody else, no less, was more than enough for her to achieve orgasm in record time. She humped up into her hand as she toggled her clit to prolong the experience. Jeremy's eyes widened as he saw her squirt with such vigor, he actually took a step back to avoid getting caught by the splash. Her pussy hole was gaping, the muscles inside contracting from her orgasm. It was unbelievable, and the sight left him absolutely speechless.

Still in the throes of her orgasm, Isabella tucked the dildo back into the loop and crawled up to him on all fours. He was so paralyzed with shock and awe, he didn't even move a muscle until her arms coiled around his waist, and her cheek nuzzled against his bulging crotch.

"You really enjoyed the sight of that, didn't you?" she asked, a peculiar joyous gleam in her eyes. "There's no point in denying it; you're stiff as a board!"

The worst part was she was right. Jeremy and Candace had yet to have sex; he planned on saving that special event for Valentine's Day, and the anticipation alone left him very raw and very wanting. He wanted to say no, to ferry himself away from Isabella as fast as either his legs or his dad's Zamda would allow and drown the memories of what he saw tonight with root beer and a marathon of Contemporary Heritage.

But he couldn't. For all the protests his mind made at the idea of fucking this ten year old and cheating on Candace, his dick was screaming yes.

And for the moment, his dick was the reigning governor of his mind and body.

"Yeah." he whispered finally. "Yeah, let's... find a nice private place. My car."

Isabella stood up, but her legs gave out and she toppled against him like a staggering drunkard. Her legs were still a bit stiff and her coordination wobbly so soon after her orgasm. She beamed happily up at him, and together, they climbed into the back seat of the red Zamda parked by the curb.

Jeremy had his hands at his side after he shut the door behind him. Isabella sat very close to him on the seat. Since he made no motion implying he'd do it himself, Isabella unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. As she pulled his underwear down, his cock popped out and stood almost perfectly straight up. This was the first real cock Isabella ever saw, and it was just as lovely and glorious as she imagined them to be ever since she started fantasizing about them this morning. It was much more curvy than the dildo, almost akin to a banana, and over the bulbous head was a thick layer of skin like a turtleneck. She could see the outline of the head bulging against the skin underneath.

"It's really big..." she whispered, eyeing it with insatiable lust. She jerked her hand up and down the length, and she noticed how flexible and stretchy the skin was, almost like some kind of rubbery sleeve. The pink bulbous head was exposed even further. She had a sudden urge to lick it. Dipping her head down, Isabella flicked her tongue across the head. Jeremy gasped and twitched violently, and the dick muscles throbbed in her hand. The shaft now felt even harder than it was before.

The taste was musky and salty, and Isabella found she really enjoyed it. As much as she wanted to taste it more, however, the need to feel her pussy filled up by a real cock overpowered the urge to suck on it. She sat up and moved over Jeremy, straddling his lap.

"Wait!" Jeremy suddenly exclaimed, and he pushed Isabella back so she was against the back of the passenger seat. "I need to put on protection, first."

Jeremy reached into his pants' pocket and pulled out a small red package. Isabella remembered being taught about condoms for her sex ed class and how they were meant to prevent pregnancy and stop the spread of STDs, but she still wanted to feel his bare cock inside her. She couldn't explain why; just that it would feel like the most amazing thing yet.

Besides, what was the chance this virgin had an STD?

"Here, let me." Isabella said, taking the condom and putting it on his dick. She noticed that the condom was lubricated with some sort of fluid that made it incredibly slick. When rolling the rubber down the length of his dick, her fingers slipped a few times.

Once it was pulled all the way down, Isabella positioned herself back over the dick, stabilizing herself by putting her hands on Jeremy's shoulders. She sunk down an inch so the tip pressed against her pussy lips, and she was surprised to find just how easy it nearly slipped into her folds because of the lube.

"Just... please don't tell anyone about this, okay?" Jeremy asked.

"Not a word." Isabella replied, winking at him before she sunk herself down onto his cock. Jeremy gasped loudly and clenched her butt cheeks as she bottomed out on him. Isabella, likewise, tensed up around him considerably, squeezing Jeremy's cock like a vice. He was not as big as the dildo was, which was a shame in and of itself, but she found an incredible rush and a sense of unique intimacy from holding onto another body. It was like, despite being filled up by the dildo, she was still missing something, and she never even knew something was missing until just now.

Isabella began moving her hips up and down on the cock. She immediately found it to be a much different experience from the dildo. Even through the condom, the dick felt very warm. She found it was much more accommodating than the material the dildo was made out of, and, most distinctive of all, it continued to throb inside of her.

"Mmnnn..." she moaned quietly as she built up a steady rhythm. She could feel the head somewhere deep inside her, just short of pushing against her cervix. Jeremy was staring into her eyes with a stunned, yet entranced stare, like he was in complete disbelief this was actually happening, but in no way was he willing to put a stop to it.

"It's so tight inside you." he whispered. Isabella responded with a large, mischievous grin.

"It's gonna get even tighter once I cum." she purred. She sunk down all the way on the dick and pushed up against him, making slow, intense grinding motions against his chest. "Does it feel good inside me, Jeremy? You know you're my first time ever." Isabella pulled away and leaned up against the back of the passenger seat, all the while continuing to bounce up and down on the cock. She poked against her abdomen, just a few inches above her pubis. She moaned cutely as a tinge of pleasure flared up there. "Oop! Looks like I found you! It's right here! You're this deep inside me!"

Jeremy's eyes widened, and his grip on Isabella's ass cheeks suddenly tightened.

"FUUUCKK!" he grunted, twitching violently underneath Isabella as he had his first orgasm. Isabella's lustful expression quickly turned to despair as she realized what happened.

"No no! Wait!" she exclaimed. "Try to hold it back!"

Her protests were in vain, however, as Jeremy's head was in the clouds as he thrashed about underneath her. She could feel the head of the condom swelling up with his semen somewhere in the core of her body. Isabella pulled off of him and saw that was indeed the case.

"Nooo, you weren't supposed to cum yet!" she whined exasperatedly.

"I'm... sorry." Jeremy panted. "It's just that this was my first time and... I couldn't control myself."

Isabella looked disapprovingly at his dick as it shrivelled up. She didn't even get a chance to cum, herself, and she felt very stressed and frustrated because of it. Though... maybe she could rev him up again, then they could have another go. Shifting over and plopping herself down on the seat next to Jeremy, Isabella gingerly removed the condom. Their motions caused it to slip halfway off. The sperm was mostly pooled in the tip, which made containing it as she removed it a simple matter. after tying off the head so it wouldn't leak out, Isabella dropped it on the seat behind her before turning her attention back between Jeremy's legs.

His dick was covered with a thin layer of his sperm. A very musky scent filled the car. Isabella dipped her head down and closed her lips around the shaft. Immediately she could taste the salty sperm that coated his dick. It was a very strange taste, but in her lustful state, she found it utterly irresistible. Her tongue wiggled along the underside of the cock. The rough texture of her tongue made Jeremy twitch underneath her.

"Nnnhhh..." he hissed through gritted teeth. He never got a blowjob before, though he heard from his friends that it was to die for. They were not exaggerating; between the moisture, the heat, the suction, the tongue and everything else he couldn't think of at the moment, getting sucked off had a profound sensation that even vaginal sex couldn't compare to! Even so soon after blowing his load, his dick began to stiffen and erect again due to the stimulation, ready for more.

Isabella bobbed her head up and down on the shaft, making loud slurping noises before pulling back. Jeremy's cock felt rather cold after spending that brief time inside Isabella's body. To his approval, Isabella positioned herself back over his dick, ready to plunge herself back onto it.

Wait a minute...

"No, wait! I don't have any more protect-AH!" Jeremy's protest was cut short as Isabella sunk all the way down to his balls on his dick. The difference was immediately evident. Jeremy's dick felt hotter and the veins and ridges along its length more prominent. The most distinct feature of all, though, was the extremely bulbous head that was hidden under the elastic skin on his penis. Her vaginal muscles tugged at the foreskin as she pushed herself down, drawing it back behind the head. She could feel the distinctive ridge grind against her muscles against that very sensitive spot somewhere just "behind" her clit. When that area was stimulated, Isabella's heart fluttered with delight.

"Just... get off when I say so." Jeremy whispered, though Isabella didn't pay him any mind. Her hand moved between her legs to toggle at her clit. As much as she wanted to prolong her climax for as long as possible, she didn't trust Jeremy's ability to restrain himself, even so soon after his orgasm. At the very least, she wanted to cum before he did again.

Isabella's breathing quickened as she felt the heat building up between her legs. She couldn't imagine why or even how both he and Candace could stave off jumping on each other like a pair of wild rabbits in heat. Sex felt so good, it was difficult to do or even think about anything else. Hopefully this would inspire Jeremy to get better. She wouldn't mind having sex with him again if he could hold his own next time.

At the same time, Isabella wondered about Candace, about how long she'd last. She never considered having sex with another girl until now, but if the opportunity ever presented itself, she definitely wouldn't pass it up.

"Isab-uhh... Isabella!" Jeremy gasped. "Pull off! I'm gonna cum soon!"

Isabella heard him perfectly, but she defied his wishes and tightened her hold on his lap with his thighs just in case he tried to force her off. Her highest priority was to have a complete orgasm, but her second priority was to feel his hot sperm splash against her cervix. She never felt such a thing happen before, but for unexplained reasons, she had an incredible desire and urge to have it happen, and she wasn't going to leave the car until Jeremy blew his load into her.

"ISABELLA! GET OFF!" Jeremy protested. "I don't want to cum inside you!"

In response, Isabella leaned in close to him, returning a serious stare that barely contained the obsession with her own lust.

"BUT. I. DO." she growled. Isabella's face twitched as she hit her climax. From this close, Jeremy could see her pupils dilate. She let out a cry of unbridled joy. Her vaginal muscles clenched his dick as she ride out her orgasm. Her rhythmic contractions felt like she was trying to milk his cock. It was such an amazing and unique sensation that he could barely contain himself.

"FUU-HUUHCK!" Jeremy swore. His hands held Isabella down by her ass cheeks. As much as he didn't want to cum inside Isabella, he still felt a growing primordial urge to do so, and that urge was the thing controlling his body at the moment. He was aware of each individual spurt he made into Isabella, coating more and more of her insides with his virile sperm.

For Isabella, all her thoughts came to a stop as she felt the unique warmth fill her up. She knew it was Jeremy's sperm splashing into her, and it gave her a rush unlike any orgasm she felt until now. Not only that, but his cock was pulsing inside her like a beating heart. It was an amazing experience that intensified her orgasm.

Isabella's body went slack against Jeremy's chest. He held her closely and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her warm body against his and the contractions of her vaginal muscles. Once his orgasm was over and his lust sated, however, Jeremy began to panic.

"Oh shit. Oh shit!" he exclaimed. "I... we shouldn't have done this. You gotta not tell anyone!"

"Mmnnn..." Isabella sighed with content. Jeremy fumbled with the car door as he climbed out, still with the ten year old girl impaled on his cock. "Where are we going?" she asked in a dreamy tone.

"I'm taking you back home. Clean up, and PLEASE don't tell anyone about this. We could both get in serious trouble." Grabbing Isabella's sopping wet thong off the ground, he hooked it around the dildo that hung from the loop and shuffled his way across the street, keeping an eye out for any bystanders.

"Mom's not home, you know." Isabella cooed as Jeremy opened up the door to her house. "She won't be home for several more hours. You could stay over un-"

"NO! Please don't tempt me anymore!" Jeremy interrupted. He carried her upstairs and into her room, where, with some awkward movements, he laid her down on her bed. Taking a deep breath, he pulled away. He still sported half a chub, even buried up to the hilt inside the little girl, and once he was free, it was like popping a champagne cork. His sperm gushed out in a small stream, staining her bedsheets and rolling down her legs. He looked at his handiwork with dismay. He didn't know much about girls, their puberty or their periods, but he prayed to the various gods that Isabella would not get pregnant as a result of this, and quickly hurried out of the room without another word to his impromptu lover.

Isabella merely laid on the bed as Jeremy left her. She was so enthralled by all the new various sensations that continued to linger throughout her body, she wanted to try and hunt him down again. However, the ordeal left her feeling very exhausted, though her mind was more active than ever. She thought only of cocks and the joy they brought her, real or fake. Fantasies of sex surged through her mind, and if she had an ounce of strength left in her body, she would have been holding the magic wand to her clit at that very moment.

Sleep came quickly for Isabella, and her waking and sleeping dreams were intertwined. They were a violent hurricane of sensations and phantasms of dicks prodding various parts of her body: her face, her cheeks, her stomach, her pussy lips, and her mouth. They were small at first, but then they got larger the more she focused on them.

At some point, as she serviced the ghostly dicks, she could hear a familiar moaning filling her ears. It was louder and clearer than ever before. One of the dicks that probed her body found its way between her legs and plunged itself into her pussy. She made her way through the blackness, somewhere between walking, swimming, floating and bouncing on the cocks, or perhaps they flew her there. A figure appeared before her, and she stared at it with awe and wonder.

It was Isabella herself, or rather an idealized form of her, with the new mindset she developed this past week. She looked beautiful, fierce, and feral. She was bouncing on her own series of phantasmal dicks, making the same motions Isabella seemed to make, almost like a reflection.

"This is what your body desires more than anything else." a familiar voice echoed in her mind. "You cannot be sated by one partner alone. Seek to please as many as you can at once. This is your enlightenment."

With that, a powerful wave of pleasure surged through Isabella's body like a current of electricity. She felt wet and bathed in an incredible warmth like she jumped in a hot tub, except this seemed to stick to her like glue. It covered every inch of her body and even began to pervade into the canal between her legs she only recently discovered. The orgasmic sensation struck her again, and Isabella threw her head back, her mouth hung open and a gurgling cry emanating from her throat.

Isabella suddenly found herself tangled up in her bedsheets. Her right hand felt numb, and her body burned with the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. The sound of her vibrator hummed somewhere between her legs under the bedsheets, but for some reason, it sounded more muffled than usual.

As Isabella moved to free herself from the bed sheets and turn off the vibrator, she felt her arm brush past the cord of the headphones. That's when she realized that she was wearing them, and they were connected to the CD player. When did she put that on? Did she already listen to the CD? Is that what that dream was all about?

Isabella experimentally hit Play on the CD player, but it turned itself off almost as soon as it started. Guess that was it, then. She didn't need to listen to it anymore. That served her just fine, anyways; she was done listening to lessons; her body felt empty, and the only thing she was concerned with was filling that emptiness up with fat, meaty dicks.

After cleaning herself up in the shower, Isabella put on her slutty clothes again and hooked the dildo in the loop in her stockings. The thought never occurred to her that today was still a school day, or that it was even Valentine's Day. Instead, her only plans for today were to troll for dick, and then ride it until she couldn't stand straight.

Isabella left her house and made her way to the park several blocks down the street. It was as good a place as any to find what she was looking for. Sure enough, even on a weekday, there were plenty of people milling about, mostly couples, since it was Valentine's Day. Those people were all but invisible to her at the moment; it was unlikely that she would be able to pry them away from the competition, and her efforts were better spent seducing the lonely hearts out there.

Isabella made her way through the park, swishing her butt back and forth and attracting the eyes of boys and girls alike. As she neared a lamp post, she pushed her body up against it and slid up and down its base like it was a stripper pole. Even the guys preoccupied with a woman tried to sneak a peek in the corner of their eye, though it was much easier for most of them, since the women were looking over as well.

Making her way to the center of the pathway, Isabella sat down on an empty park bench. She slipped her thong off and spread her legs far apart so any bypasser would get a perfect view of her preteen pussy.

Her display did not go unnoticed. People who passed by looked on with shock and revulsion. A few of them looked like they were going to be sick, and a couple that passed started whispering to each other on whether or not they should call the police.

Isabella ignored all those terrible reactions, though. She was more engrossed in the exhilarating feeling of being nude out in public, and the feel of the crisp cool air on her plump pussy lips. She gave them a nice firm slap before rubbing her hand across the surface and dipping her fingers into the drooling love hole. Her muscles contracted tightly around her fingers, eager to constrict any object she'd push into herself.

The number of passersby thinned as they made to get away from Isabella as fast as possible, wanting nothing to do with the girl out of fear of the law. As Isabella pulled out her dildo and licked the defined round head, she noticed a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He passed by briefly and watched her with intrigue as opposed to the expressions of disgust she noted with almost everyone else. A few minutes later she spotted him lurking in the bushes and behind trees, turning his head at the slightest movements around him. He was making a point to be hidden as he ogled her masturbating.

It wasn't until she plunged the dildo into her pussy that the man came out of hiding and approached her. He looked up and down the path before bravely and confidently stepping before her. Isabella's eyes looked him over before settling on his crotch. He was stocky and fairly well-built. He was barrel chested, and his arms were as thicker than both of Isabella's own combined. Unlike Jeremy's lanky form, he was thick and somewhat muscular, but they weren't terribly defined like a body builder's. Seeing Isabella's wonderful display, the crotch of his pants bulged with an incredibly large dick, larger than Jeremy's.

"Well hello, there." he said casually, a small grin on his face as he approached. "You look like you're having a lot of fun here."

"Like what you see?" Isabella asked as she plunged the dildo vigorously into her pussy. She slid further down on the park bench and spread her legs further apart to give the man a better view.

"Do I ever!" The man looked back and forth again to make sure the coast was clear before unzipping his pants and whipping out his dick. It was a monstrous thing, nearly as long as the dildo Isabella was violating herself with and half an inch thicker. The head was covered by a thick foreskin, and from the tip that poked out of the sheathe came a few viscous drops of precum.

Isabella watched with wide eyes as the man jerked himself off to her display. As he moved his hand back and forth across the shaft, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the ridged head. It was a grotesque and alien thing, but for some reason, Isabella found it alluring. She longed to suck on it and taste the precum drooling out of the tip, and if she was lucky, she'd get to do exactly that with this guy, and more.

The two of them were silent for a long time as they simply masturbated to each other. For the man, this sight was one of a kind. He didn't expect to find this even in his wildest dream. Her pink peach looked so plump and juicy, he wondered about the taste, and how good it would feel kissing the base of his dick and clenching the entire length.

Isabella's breathing quickened, and she let out a few light gasps as her orgasm built up. Both of them quickened their pace. As he neared his orgasm, the man inched closer to Isabella until he was doubled over her, his free hand clutched onto the back of the bench to keep himself steady.

He grunted and groaned as he went over the edge. His legs trembled and he kept himself steady as he could as he shot his hot gooey cream all over Isabella's face and half-naked body. It felt amazing splashing all over her body. Some splattered across her lips, and she licked it up. The salty taste and the rush of getting bukkaked for the first time in her life caused Isabella to convulse wildly in the throes of a powerful orgasm. She gushed all over her hands as she jerked the dildo around in her body to grind it against every sensitive part of her insides. She thrashed around on the park bench for almost half a minute before she came down from her high and adjusted herself into a relaxed position.

"You know, it's kinda cold out here." the man said, stuffing his half-chubby cock back into his pants. "Would you like to come to my place and warm up?"

"Yeah! Maybe we could fuck while we're at it!" Isabella added. Grinning from ear to ear, the man picked her up, the dildo still embedded down to the hilt in her pussy, and carried her out of the park. He made it a point to avoid the walkways and especially any people they passed. There was no explaining away Isabella's state, and he would surely get arrested.

After nearly half an hour, the man made it back to his house, which was several streets away from the park. Most everyone on the street was either at school or work right now, so it was highly unlikely that anyone would see them enter his house, but he wasn't relaxed until he closed the front door.

The living room of his house was pretty open, with a long couch that curved around in a quarter circle in front of an open space. He laid Isabella down on the couch and closed the curtains in front of the window looking out at the street. He took another careful glance around the neighborhood from a crack in the curtains before closing them shut and returning his attention to Isabella.

The man started removing his clothes and tossing them to the side as Isabella warmed herself by pumping the dildo into her pussy. The man came over and sat down on the couch next to her, legs spread so she could see his thick meat straightening out again. She crawled over to him, twitching as the dildo jostled around inside her body with the slightest movements she made. The man guided her around so they were in a sixty nine position, with Isabella on her hands and knees a few inches over his body. He had a perfect view of her drooling wet pussy from this position. He pulled the dildo out of her, causing her to gasp and shiver as the uncomfortable emptiness came back to her.

Isabella dipped her head down and closed her lips around the dick. The head pushed down her tongue and she slowly inched her head down to take in more of its length. The man had a muskier smell than Jeremy, and this close to his crotch, it was the only thing she could smell. For reasons she could not explain, it felt really good in her mouth, almost as good as getting her pussy pumped with a dildo or cock. Unfortunately, she could only get half of his length into her mouth before it got uncomfortable.

The guy shivered and rolled his hips around. He could feel the rough texture of her tongue brushing over his head. The girl's mouth was small and very tight, and once she could take in no more, she sucked on him hard. It felt incredibly good, and the fact it was being done by a sexually precocious ten year old made it all the better. The man was not about to leave Isabella hanging, though, and he moved his head forward and pushed his pursed lips against her plump labia.

This was the first time he went down on a girl, much less one so young as Isabella. She had a very sweet taste, and her bright pink flesh was unbelievably soft. His tongue flicked up and down the slit several times before thrusting between them. Isabella moaned loudly into his dick, and her vaginal muscles clamped down around his tongue. Her insides were even sweeter, and this close to her crotch, all he could smell was her wonderful musk.

Isabella's eyes were rolled in the back of her head. Receiving oral felt even better than delivering it, and while the tongue squirming around inside her like a beached fish didn't fill her up the same way as a dick or dildo could, it possessed an amazing texture and flexibility. If it had the same girth and length of a cock, she could very well keep it in her forever.

Isabella's muscles suddenly seized up as the man's tongue suddenly started assaulting her clit. The pleasure was so wonderful it was almost painful. It halted nearly every thought she had, even the ones that allowed her to even think about how she was feeling pleasure. She spasmed and her vaginal muscles contracted as she hit her climax. Suddenly her taste got even sweeter, almost like a watery honey. Seeing and feeling his efforts make the young girl cum was a huge turn-on for the man. His dick lurched in Isabella's mouth as he spurt a load of precum. He didn't realize he even did it until Isabella sputtered and pulled away.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He said, shifting to a sitting position and patting Isabella on the back as she coughed heavily on his precum. She recovered quickly, and as soon as she did, she shot him a lusty stare, then mounted his lap. His throbbing, drooling dick pressed against her stomach.

"You want it in here, don't you?" she asked, poking the head with her finger and pushing it against her stomach. The man nodded his head, and she grinned. "Good, cause I want it in there, too!"

Isabella climbed off of his lap and pointed to the ground next to the couch. Knowing what she had in mind, the man laid down on the ground. He quickly snatched one of the throw pillows on the couch to give his head something softer to rest on. The rough carpet felt weird on his naked butt, but he was more focused on the slutty preteen standing over him, her eyes fixated on his cock.

Isabella lowered herself down onto his dick, suspending herself directly over it with the pink head pushing against her young entrance. The soft flesh of her labia was squished against the firm shaft. She rolled her hips back and forth, trying to part the lips apart through feel alone. Eventually she found purchase, and she sunk a quarter of an inch onto the head with. She let out a small gasp, then spread her legs a bit further apart, readying herself to take the plunge.

"Huuhh! Oh you're so thick!" Isabella gasped as she pushed herself down onto the man's enormous girth. At his widest, he spread her to her absolute limit. It was a bit painful, but the feeling of getting filled up with such an enormous dick made her heart race and her crotch tingle with delight. Halfway down the shaft, it tapered down slightly, enough that she bottomed out quickly once the thickest point slipped past her entrance.

Isabella's breathing was heavy and labored as she tried to get used to the feeling of the enormous adult cock inside her body. It was beating in her pussy, much like Jeremy's dick did, but this one was much more powerful. She started to move up, but the thick, prominent ridge on the head of his dick brushed against her sweet spot, and all the strength was suddenly sapped from her legs and she fell all the way back down on the shaft.

"Heh heh, is it too much for you?" the man asked. Isabella shook her head, all the while breathing heavily. Her long hair shrouded half of her face in a veil before she tossed it back, then tried to bounce on his lap again before succumbing to the same overwhelming sensation. The man chuckled and wrapped his arms around Isabella, holding her close as he stood up. He carried her over to an ottoman that was at the foot of one end of the couch and laid her down on top of it. Because it was low to the ground, he had to double over her with his arms braced on it on either side of her head and most of his weight pushed onto his knees, which were braced against the ottoman.

Without giving her time to prepare, spurred on by his own excitement, the man started mercilessly pounding his dick into Isabella. He felt like his head was in a fog. He couldn't believe that he was actually fucking a child like this, much less that she was enjoying it to the degree that she was! She clutched onto his forearms and yelped and gasped with every thrust he made into her. The way her vaginal muscles clamped down around his entire length was a powerful experience, and despite his enthusiasm, he forced himself to slow down to really savor the moment.

"Haaaaahhh!" Isabella sighed lustfully, tossing her head back and writhing underneath him. Her crotch felt like it was consumed in a fireball of pure ecstasy, yet she knew the best had yet to come. All she could think about was his sperm soon splashing against his cervix, filling her with the unique warmth that couldn't be replicated. In her mind, a bigger cock meant a bigger payload, and she hoped with every fiber of her being that would actually be the case.

Her wishes were soon fulfilled, as the man thrust his length down to the hilt into her pussy. He let out a loud, throaty groan and pushed into Isabella. His arm muscles were tense, and his face and body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Isabella felt the surge of sperm hit her insides with the seeming intensity of a fire hose. The cum splashing into her body was enough to send her over the edge as well. She gurgled and spasmed like she was having a seizure. The man looked down at her, watching her twitch and savoring every moment and sensation. Her vaginal muscles were contracting all around his member. It was like her body was trying to extract every last drop of cum from his balls, not that he needed any assistance. The tightness of her pussy and the excitement of cumming inside a preteen for the first time kept him coasting on an overwhelming orgasmic wave. He tried to keep count of the number of spurts he shot inside her, but after the fifteenth count, he began to feel dizzy. The man picked up Isabella and stumbled backwards onto the couch, holding her tightly as he continued to shoot his cum into her.

He finally came down from his high several minutes later. Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to give him a tender kiss on the lips. Their tongues met and wrestled with each other. Even though the man's was larger, he didn't have the energy to try and fight back as well as he could have. Frenching her reinvigorated his dick somewhere in his body, though he didn't believe he could bring himself to another orgasm so soon after the biggest one he ever had.

"Mmnn, it's so warm inside me." Isabella said, pulling away and patting her stomach. "I love how it's all squishy and noisy with every move I make!" She emphasized her point by bouncing a few more times on his dick.

"So you uhh... you mind if I invite some friends over?" the man asked. Isabella's eyes lit up, and she leaned in clothes with unbridled eagerness.

"Some friends? Do they like to fuck?" she asked.

"Yeah, they'd love a cute little slut like you." The man shifted over to the end table next to the couch and picked up the phone. He dialed in a phone number while Isabella continued to bounce on his lap and toggle her clit.

"Hey, Cameron?" he said when the person on the other end picked up. "It happened. It finally fucking happened. I got an amazing girl over here; a perfect ten out of ten! ....yeah! Bring the boys over; there's enough to share! I'll leave the door unlocked for ya!"

He hung up the phone and returned his attention to Isabella. Keeping her impaled on his cock, the man stood up and made his way over to the front door to unlock it. For the half hour it took his friends to show up, he continued to bounce her around while she clung to him for dear life. As much as he wanted her all to himself, he knew how much his friends would kill to be in the same position he was in now, and he wanted to see how much Isabella could take. Besides, he didn't know when he'd get a chance to see a preteen get gangbanged again.

Half an hour later, the front door opened up, and four new men stepped in. The man stood in a position where any stray onlookers from outside wouldn't see him and Isabella in the compromising position they were in. The four new men were all quite beefy men of varying skin tones.

"Hey, Carlos, quite a catch you got there!" one of the men, a black guy with dreadlocks tied back in a ponytail said. After the last guy entered the house, he closed the door behind him.

"I know, right?! She's a real minx!" Isabella pushed off of Carlos and approached the new men as they removed their clothes. She walked among them and examined their dicks. They varied in size and state of chub, but none of them were small at all. A few of them didn't have the fold of skin that went over the head of the penis, which looked weird, but there was no way Isabella would turn down any of the dicks.

"Umm... does she look familiar to anyone?" one of the men asked.

"I don't know. You might have seen her around, I guess." another replied. Isabella grabbed the black man's dick and stroked it. It didn't take long for it to erect and stand at full attention under her soft touch. Another man stepped forward and pushed his dick into her free hand. A third one came and prodded his erect dick against her cheek.

"Hey hey! One at a time!" Isabella protested. "I only have two hands!"

"You know, there IS a way to pay attention to every dick here at the same time." the black man said. Isabella looked up at him with curious and eager eyes.

"There is?!" she asked.

"Yeah. We'll show you all there is to know about servicing so many dicks." the black man moved back, then hesitated. "Uhhh... everyone okay with me calling dibs on her pussy first?"

"No, go for it, man!" one of the other men said. The black guy laid down on the ground, resting his head on the throw pillow left on the ground from earlier. The other men guided Isabella down onto his lap while they guided her hands to their dicks. They had her clutch one in each hand and stroke them while she slid her slit back and forth across the underside of the black man's dick.

"You see?" one of the men said. "There are so many ways to service multiple guys at once."

"It feels really good." Isabella whispered as she continued to roll her hips up and down the length of the shaft between her legs. The flesh tickled her clit and made her pubic muscles quiver.

"You're doing really good, little girl." one of the men said. "But you gotta use a more firm grip, or it's not gonna feel good."

"A firm grip?" Isabella asked. She was lifted up and lowered down onto the black man's dick. Her pussy was still slick with Carlos' sperm, and slipping the dick into her was an easy task.

"HAAHH!" Isabella gasped as they pushed her down until she was resting at the base of the cock. She shivered as she tried to get used to the new dick. She noticed that it was shaped somewhat differently; the way it pushed against her insides was much different than Carlos' dick. Were all cocks like this?

"See? A nice, firm grip." the black man said, resting a hand on her thigh. Isabella's breathing was shaky as she tried to get accustomed to the dick. She could feel her vaginal muscles quivering and squeezing the length of the shaft. Then it suddenly hit her; if she could control her muscular contractions along with slow, paced thrusting, she could treat her insides like a hand.

Isabella slowly moved herself up and down the black man's dick, figuring out the best pace for her to go before returning her attention to the two men she gripped in her hands. Between their legs, she could see Carlos getting up from the couch and stepping out of the room.

"Nnhh, yeah, stroke our dicks, you little slut." they said. The fourth man who received no attention from her yet approached from the front, careful to not step on the black man. His erection was aimed directly at Isabella's face, the pursed meaty hole oozing with precum. He was circumcised, which made the exposed head look like a plump pink mushroom. She opened her mouth and leaned forward to take in the head. He pushed his hips forward, pushing her back to an upright position.

"Yeah, that's perfect. You're a fast learner." one of the men said. Every part of Isabella's body moved in a pattern, pleasuring all four men at once. Her crotch felt quite warm, and her pleasure urged her to suck harder on the dick. Her entire body felt quite warm, actually, and not just from the glow of bliss; all these bodies huddled so close together, and her being in the center of it all, was heating up the air around her.

Isabella quickened her pace. As time passed, she figured out how to better manipulate her vaginal muscles and move her body around to cause the contractions. The black man squirmed under her. His hands gripped her thighs and rocked his hips up and down, bucking her around. The man she was sucking off inched himself deeper into her mouth. She could no longer feel the underside of the head; her tongue flicked across the bottom and brushed against the man's balls. The dicks in her hands started to drool precum over her hands and forearms.

"Huuhhhh! This little slut's gonna make me cum so hard!" the black man's voice hissed. "HOO FUCK! GAHHHH!" He thrust up one more time before relaxing on the ground, twitching. Isabella's eyes widened and her pupils dilated as he shot his cum into her pussy. The jet was powerful and hot, and it stole the breath out of her lungs. Her motions came to a sudden halt. The man she was sucking off could clearly see she was smiling wide enough that her teeth were showing.

"Yeah, you like that, slut?" he asked. Isabella nodded. "You want me to cum in your mouth, too?" She nodded again. Without another word to her, the man started thrusting his dick in and out of her mouth. It proved to be an interesting sensation for her, and a good one, having his dick slide back and forth against the length of her tongue, and her mouth stretched to its limits. A salty taste hit her tongue, and it was quickly followed by a large volume of cum that came in spurts. Isabella's nostrils were filled with the thick musky scent of the man in her mouth. Careful to not close her teeth, she tried to work her swallow reflex, which while her mouth was open was a bit awkward.

As she swallowed the cum, Isabella's lips started to go numb. That numbness slowly spread to the rest of her mouth, and she felt the same euphoric sensation that slowed her thoughts when she had an orgasm. Was she actually cumming through her mouth!? It somehow made the bitter, salty taste of the cum taste that much better.

Time seemed to lose meaning for her as she rode out one orgasm after another. Her body seized up, and the black man winced as her vaginal muscles clamped down around him like a vice. One of the men she was jacking off caught her as she was about to fall back. The dick in her mouth flopped out and released one last gout of hot sperm across her face and chest. He lifted her off of the black man's dick and laid her down on the ground to allow her to recover. Sperm gushed out of her abused young pussy, and her muscles randomly tensed up.

"I see you guys are having fun." Carlos said from the other side of the room. He came back with a small pile of towels and a bottle of lubricant. He placed them down on the armrest of the couch, and then he grabbed one and shuffled between the men to get to Isabella. He wiped the sperm off of her body, then caught the sperm flooding out of her body before it could further stain the couch.

Isabella only needed to rest for a few minutes. When she came to, she turned to face the men and spread her legs apart. She opened her plump labia with her fingers, showing them her cum-stained interior.

"Who wants to go inside me next?" she asked. The men she was jerking off looked at each other, then argued back and forth about who should go next, finally settling the dispute on a game of rock paper scissors.

"Well, actually, I call dibs on her ass!" the losing man said.

"My butt?" Isabella asked.

"Yeah. You've never taken a dick in your ass before?" Isabella shook her head. "Then you're in for a real treat!"

The man sat down on the other end of the couch and beckoned Isabella over. She came over to him and straddled his lap, expecting to sink down onto his dick, but instead, he lifted her up and turned her around so she was facing away from him.

"Hey, can you pass me that lube?" he asked. One of the other men handed it to him, and he popped the cap open and squirted a small amount onto his still-erect dick. He rubbed it around until the length was slick with a thin layer, then he lifted Isabella up and lowered her down so her asshole was prodded by the head.

"It might feel a little strange at first, so just relax and let it fill you up." he whispered into her ear. Isabella felt her asshole clench up in defense at first, but the lubrication made it too slick to stop it from pushing into her.

"AH!" Isabella gasped as the head popped past her sphincter muscle. Her anal muscles clenched tightly around the shaft. The man grimaced and pushed more of the length in to ease the pain. Isabella's vaginal muscles clenched tightly, squirting a little bit more of the sperm out.

"Come on, just relax!" the man repeated. "It'll feel much better, I promise!"

The sense of fullness that Isabella felt in her pussy she when she was seated on a dick was now in her butt. It was a unique feeling, but not an entirely uncomfortable one. It was like she was filling up another part of her body she was never aware of until now.

"Hey wait a minute!" one of the men said, snapping his fingers. "I recognize her! She's one of those Fireside Girl scouts!"

Isabella suddenly gained a peculiar fire in her eyes, and she snapped them a salute.

"Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, Leader of Fireside Girl Troop #42631!" she proudly proclaimed.

"Ho-ly shit!" Carlos exclaimed. "That's so fucking awesome!"

"Carlos, my man! Who knew the Fireside Girls were secretly a right mass of sluts?" one of the other men said, clapping him on the shoulder.

"I'm definitely buying more cookies from them from now on!" another said.

"I'm getting my fucking camera out for this!" Carlos grabbed his pants and fished around in one of the pockets for his smartphone. He started snapping multiple pictures of Isabella as she was impaled in the ass on the man's dick. She smiled lustfully and alternatively flipped him the peace sign and the bird with every picture he took. He got down between their legs and took a close up picture of her cum-stained pussy, then stepped back to grant the other man access to her young girlhood.

Isabella's eyes widened as the dick slipped into her abused pussy, and she arched her back, her limbs and hips thrashing around. She couldn't explain why, but getting a dick in her pussy and asshole at the same time felt really good. Too good. They seemed to amplify the pleasure of the other several times over, and she could feel the rock hard shafts grinding against each other inside her.

Carlos continued to snap images of her as she got fucked by both men, taking care to capture her orgasmic expressions. His dick was hard enough to be used as a mining tool the whole while, and he couldn't wait to take the plunge into her preteen pussy again.

Isabella's arms were bound over her head by the man in her ass. Her legs slipped on the couch due to the force of their thrusting, and she tried to brace herself to stop from sliding around so much. The burning, orgasmic sensation was building up again, but this time in her ass as well as her pussy. Carlos, the black man and the third guy crowded around the three of them, jerking their meats in Isabella's direction. Her eyes were fixated on the ceiling at this point; she did not notice them or much of anything else.

Both men groaned and stopped their thrusting immediately, burying themselves into her ass and pussy and filling her up with their fertile hot cum. Isabella crossed the threshold, and time and space seemed to lose all meaning for her. Her vision exploded into a shower of faerie lights. She gurgled out a stream of unintelligible words.

The smartphone continued to make snapshot sounds as Carlos took photo after photo. He felt a little wobbly on his feet as he neared his orgasm stroking himself to the sight before him. When he hit his climax, he and the other two men fired their cum all over Isabella's body and face.

"Hooo-OOO FUCK!" He gasped. "S-shit! Thuh... that was amazing!"

"Did you get all that?" one of the men asked.

"Yeah, I got everything!" Carlos handed them the phone, showing them the gallery of pictures he just took. Each and every one of them approved of his photography. As they came down from their high, the two men gently pulled Isabella off of their dicks and laid her down on the towel rolled out on the couch. Her eyes were unfocused and cum oozed down her lips. Carlos took a few more pictures of that.

"I think we fucked her stupid." one of the men observed.

"How long do you think she'll be out?" the black man asked.

"I give her ten minutes at most. I have never seen even grown women go for that long."

"Then that'll give me time to go get some food. I'm guessing you all are hungry?" Carlos asked as he got dressed. The men all nodded in agreement. "Alright. I'll be back."

While Carlos was gone, Isabella slowly returned to her senses. She looked up to see four erect dicks staring her in the face, and she grinned, then spread her legs apart to them once again.

"Who wants to cum inside me next?" she asked.

* * *

Later that night, Phineas knocked on Isabella's front door. He got home last night to find a note from her on his bedroom floor, inviting him to her house and mentioning some "big surprise". When he went across the street to her house, though, he found the lights off and no one home. That was odd. Did she get hung up on something at school, or did she go somewhere with her mom?

Phineas waited around for a few more minutes before shrugging his shoulders and returning home to finish his purely mechanical contraption that literally spelled out his love to Isabella. He hoped that she would return soon.

Little did he know that at that very moment, several blocks away, Isabella was still getting fucked hard by the five men. They broke for half an hour a few times throughout the day to rest and eat, and when they weren't doing that they were took turns in Isabella's various holes in various positions. Carlos had hundreds of pictures of her by the end of the day.

As their grand finale, Isabella was sucking off one man and stroking off two more while she had the last two drilling her pussy and ass. The thick ridge of the dick in her pussy grinded against her G-spot with every pass it made. At this point it was difficult to tell when she was having an orgasm or was in the afterglow of an orgasm. Her entire body tingled with pleasure, and her clit throbbed outside of its protective hood with such intensity, it felt like it would shoot off of her body.

The men in her hands came some seconds apart, and she aimed their dicks so they'd splash her across the face. Globs of cum clung to her eyebrows and eyelashes. After getting mouth fucked countless times throughout the day, she finally got down a technique to swallow the sperm they injected into her mouth and not choke on it. Deepthroating them, however, was still a trial because of her gag reflex. Her ass and pussy was warm and gooey, filled with multiple layers of all five men's cum.

Isabella's vision distorted and her memories faded again when she hit another multiple orgasm. She sucked on the dick in an infantile way, moaning with pure ecstasy. The cocks in her pussy and ass vigorously slammed into her multiple times before pushing down to the hilt to fill her with their last load for the night. The man's pubic hair tickled her clit, and the fresh loads of sperm filled her with even more delight.

She could feel the dick in her ass slide out, and a towel press against her gaping sphincter muscle to catch the sperm as it gushed out. Isabella collapsed on top of the man underneath her, gasping for air. She was covered in sweat and sperm, and her hair was dishevelled from the day's activities. The men were equally filthy, even down to the sperm, which had splattered across their stomachs and hands as a result of crossfire.

After she had half an hour to recover, Isabella pushed up off of the man. Everyone was seated on a towel on either the couch or the ground, resting and recuperating from the day long gang bang. Isabella was quite tired, herself. Her legs were wobbly as she made her way to the couch, where one of the men stood up to allow her to lie down.

"I... need to head home." Isabella said, panting. "After... after a nice long shower. Wanna do this again tomorrow?"

"Sure thing! We can then also talk about this troop of yours." Carlos said, grinning deviously. Isabella returned the look. She had a good idea of what he had in mind, and it delighted her to think about.

* * *

"Okay, it's the first day of summer vacation." Carlos narrated as he turned on the video camera. "Let's see what the girls are up to now that they're out of school."

He panned the video camera up to get a view of the Fireside Girls of Troop #42631. Over the past few months, Isabella introduced them, one by one, to the same enlightenment she experienced back during Valentine's Day. Even though she could not use the CD anymore, herself, she discovered it worked perfectly with them. Only last week did she initiate the last of them into her new circle of friends, and every last one of them became as enthusiastic about and addicted to sex as her.

Her second-in-command, Adyson, was wearing a white micro bikini that concealed so little of her plump pussy lips and flat chest, she might as well not have been wearing it at all. She was sliding her hips back and forth across the dicks of one of the men and smiling up at the camera as it passed by her. The man she was grinding with slipped a bullet vibrator into the crotch of her bikini and dialed the knob it was wired to to max. Adyson let out a cry of delight and thrust her hips forward while leaning back and pushing more of her weight into the man.

Gretchen was sandwiched between two other men as they pounded her in her pussy and ass. When one drew out, the other pushed in. Gretchen held onto her glasses as best she could as she rode them both out. She was still wearing her Fireside Girl uniform, but when she started her enlightenment, Isabella took some liberties with its design.

She still wore their signature orange beret, but the uniform was cut significantly shorter. The skirt now came down to her mid thigh, and the shirt was now cut and refit to be a bandeau like Isabella's clothes. She still wore the sash that bore their various badges, except the badges themselves were swapped out with a new set of badges showing all the sex acts the girls had performed so far.

Isabella was surprised when Ginger received her enlightenment. As soon as she finished her first session with the CD, Ginger piled on top of her, grinding their pussies together until they both reached a powerful and primal climax. Despite being the "teacher" for their enlightenment, Isabella ended up being introduced to lesbian sex through Ginger.

She wore a pleated blue miniskirt and shirt like that of Japanese school girl uniforms, except cut so short it could barely conceal her budding breasts. She wore white stockings with her ensemble, which had six devices hooked around the cuffs. The wires that they were connected to all trailed to vibrator eggs inside her pussy, which were all dialed to their maximum setting. She was on top of Milly in the missionary position, pinning her to the ground and their pussies pressed together. The room echoed with their cries of delight.

Milly was the last girl to receive her enlightenment, and almost immediately she took to lesbian sex after Ginger had her way with her. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts with the crotch cut out, exposing her naked drooling pussy underneath, and a small white sleeveless crop top that came down to a few inches above her navel.

"HNAAAHHH!" Milly cried out, spasming underneath Ginger. The vibrations tingled her pussy and clit and brought her to an orgasm so powerful she struggled to remain conscious. As Ginger leaned in to share a tender kiss as they both rode out their orgasms, Milly wondered at what it must feel like to her, housing all those vibrators inside her, envious of her and determined to advance her own enlightenment to the point she could wear the vibrators as well.

Holly stopped wearing clothes wholesale shortly after finishing her first stage of enlightenment. The men, naturally, saw no problem with this. The only things she wore were a pair of pink fishnet gloves and shoes. She was currently squatting over a man who was eating her chocolate pussy out. His tongue slipped between her tight, tiny folds and wiggled around her insides. She doubled over, her hands supporting her upper half over the ground, biting her lip and trying to hold back her orgasm. It was something she got really good at; for some reason, she liked to snowball her one orgasm rather than wear herself ragged riding one explosive climax after another. When she came, she'd go ragdoll and squeal like a banshee, incapacitating herself for tens of minutes at a time. The men liked to mark her body with her jizz while she was unconscious.

Katie was between the man's legs while he ate out Holly. She was hard at work throating the man's dick and flicking her tongue across his balls. She took to oral better than the other girls, deepthroating with greater ease than even Isabella. Her modesty was barely preserved by a black leather thong and a corset that left her breasts exposed. She also had black fingerless gloves with a rough texture on the palms and fingers like the paw pad of a dog, a leather collar with a D-ring on the front and a leash attached. Instead of the Fireside Girl beret some of the girls wore, most notably Gretchen, she wore a headband with floppy dog ears attached. Her family were a bunch of dog lovers, and that background must have rubbed off on her during her enlightenment.

"Come on!" Isabella said, waving to get Carlos' attention. "Adyson wants to challenge me again!"

Still recording, Carlos came over and laid down on the ground in front of Alyson and the black man she was straddling so the mens' legs rested on top of each other. Isabella sat down on his lap, letting the head of his dick push against her entrance, which was moist from her masturbating.

"So first to make him cum, as usual?" Isabella asked.

"You bet! I've been practicing!" Adyson tugged at the loose knot holding her bikini bottom together, and tossed it to the side. She also removed the vibrator from her pussy lips, then settled herself on the black man's cock in the same position as Isabella.

Carlos filmed the girls the whole while, zooming in to get a close-up shot of Isabella's pussy distorting itself as she sunk down on the shaft. Adyson did the same with her man, gasping as it filled her up, though as much as her unlocked libido desired her to, she resisted impaling herself on the dick like she normally would. Instead, she practiced with her new technique by bobbing up and down on the head alone. Isabella went the traditional route, burying herself up to the hilt on Carlos' dick and making very rapid thrusts combined with one long, agonizing thrust.

Of course, it didn't matter how fast or slow Isabella went or how much dick she took in, she had the real technique up her sleeve, and she wasn't about to part it with Adyson just yet. Adyson was still relatively new to her enlightenment, and she had yet to figure out how to control her vaginal muscles. By manipulating her contractions, which she could do without stimulating her clit or G-spot now, she could get the men to cum in record time, which the men used to see how long they could go before blowing their load.

Naturally, Isabella emerged the victor, making Carlos cum in a record sixty-nine seconds. The black man wouldn't cum from Adyson's efforts until almost half a minute later. Isabella pulled off of Carlos and angled his dick forward so he squirted his thick seed all over Adyson. She sputtered and shielded her face so she wouldn't get any in her eyes. Isabella then leaned forward and pulled her down by her hips onto the black man's dick so he would blow his full load against her cervix.

"Aww, shame. Better luck next time." she said, licking Adyson's stomach and lapping up the sperm. "But don't worry! You have all summer to master your technique!"