Sexual Research Commission/Sorensen/2
Chapter 2
Payton Sorensen woke up on Saturday morning, immediately reminded of the horrifying predicament she was in, wishing it had only been a dream. She wasn’t even allowed to wear pajamas. The girl pulled the sheets over her head, refusing to get out of bed.
“Wake up sleepy head,” her mother’s cheery voice woke her up once again. “It’s nearly 10, you’re usually out playing with the neighborhood boys by now.”
“I don’t want to go out today!”
“Such a young energetic girl shouldn’t be cooped up inside all day,” Sabrina insisted. “Get out and go play with your friends.” She knew exactly why her middle daughter didn’t want to get out of bed. Indeed, she felt her pussy get a little wet thinking about what might happen to her now that she was open and readily available for sex.
“Come on. Up!” She yanked back the covers and tapped Payton’s naked bottom. Reluctantly the girl pushed herself up and climbed out of bed.
“Do I really have to go outside?” Payton asked, fearing she already knew the answer.
“Yes and don’t make me tell you again,” Sabrina told her daughter. Payton was already putting on her shoes and socks, though—the only two articles of clothing she had left to wear.
“We should think of something neat to do with your closet now that you don’t need it for clothes,” Sabrina noted, looking in the direction of the walk-in closet.
“I don’t wanna go,” the girl started to cry.
Sabrina knelt down by the side of the bed to speak to her daughter, “You will go out and you will do whatever your friends or anyone else wants. The program rules state anyone can fuck you and if you refuse, you and even me and daddy will be arrested until you turn 25.” Payton continued to cry.
“I don’t think you want us all to go to jail, do you?” Sabrina consoled her daughter.
“No…” Payton wiped a tear from her face.
“Good girl. Now get going. It’s a gorgeous day outside.” Sabrina ushered Payton out of the house. The large door closed behind her with a thud. The girl stood on the porch, hands over her crotch as she tried in vain to cover her nakedness. She tensed up as a car passed, but the occupants didn’t seem to notice her. She took a step forward, trying her hardest not to cry. Hearing the sound of a garage door opening, she looked up at her friend’s house from across the street.
“Hey, Payton!” Her legs shook when her friend TJ noticed her. She couldn’t bring herself to move—or even respond. From across the street, it took him a second to realize that his friend was naked. Since she didn’t say anything in response, he began to cross the street. He had heard about the program, but never imagined his best friend Payton would be an unwilling participant.
“My parents put me in that stupid P-FANS program,” Payton complained, still nearly in tears, when her friend walked closer. It didn’t bother her that much that he could see her naked, he was her best after all. Just a year prior they had decided to “show” each other their parts. Since then, they would occasionally hike to a pond that wasn’t far from their neighborhood to go swimming. They never wore any swimwear and just swam together naked.
“That’s okay,” TJ encouraged. “We can still play like always.”
“I guess,” Payton sighed.
“We could just play at my house today,” TJ offered. “Then you wouldn’t have to be outside and be seen a bunch of strangers.” Payton was grateful for the suggestion and followed her friend back across the street. Before they could get inside to safety, however, a group of older boys rode up on their bikes and spotted the pair of kids.
“Yo, look, she’s in that P-FAPS thing,” one of them said.
“It’s P-FANS, idiot,” another corrected.
“Whatever, it means she has to have sex with random strangers. That’s all that matters.”
“Seriously dude? She’s like 6.”
“I’m 8!” Payton defended herself.”
“Still no tits,” a fourth boy teased. Payton looked down at her flat chest.
“Look, if she’s in the program, it’s legal. It doesn’t matter how old she is.” Payton shuddered at the words, thinking back to what her father did to her little sister last night.
“What, are we just going to fuck her right here on the sidewalk?”
“Naw, man, let’s take her to the park,”
Oh no, all these boys. Did they all want her? “I’m not going to the park. We’re going to play inside.” Payton countered.
“Nope, you’re coming with us. My dad’s a cop, so if you refuse, I’ll have to tell him and you’ll be arrested!”
Payton started to cry as the largest of the four boys wheeled his bike over, “Hop onto my pegs.” She wanted to say no and fight him. She had fought with older boys before, but there was no way she could take all four of them. Reluctantly, she obeyed and climbed onto the bike pegs.
“I’ll get my bike and follow you to make sure you’re okay!” TJ said. It was a small comfort to Payton. At least her best friend cared and didn’t want to leave her alone to be raped. That’s more than could be said for her stupid family.
***
Sabrina watched from the window as the older boys carting her eight year old daughter off. It delighted her to think about what they would do to her. Her panties were starting to feel like a water park.
“Olivia!” She called suddenly.
“Yes mommy?” the naked five year old came scampering down the stairs.
“Mommy is horny and needs your help,” she answered.
“What’s horny?” The innocent waif asked.
“It means you’re going to bury your little face in my twat,” Sabrina answered. “Get over here.”
Olivia hardly understood a word of what her mother said, but get over here made enough sense. So she walked towards her mother.
Sabrina lifted off her skirt and yanked her panties down. Before Olivia could react, her head was in between her mother’s legs and she was being instructed to lick. With her lips pressed up against the woman’s labia, she gave in and stuck out her tongue.
“That’s right, you little slut,” Sabrina moaned upon feeling Olivia’s tongue. “Lick my juicy cunt!”
Sabrina held her youngest daughter’s head as the child licked her, ignoring the occasional muffled complaint. As she began to feel her arousal building, she started massaging her head, turning the girl’s blonde hair into a tangled mess. Despite the unpleasant taste, Olivia worked diligently on her mother’s cunt, not the she had much of a choice in the matter. Whenever she began to slow down or try to pull back, Sabrina pushed her daughter’s head back into her, smothering her with her pussy.
Before long, Sabrina was crying out as her orgasm overcame her. She didn’t let go of the small head in between her legs until it subsided. When Olivia pulled her head away, her mother admired the girl’s face, now sipping wet from her cunt. Likewise, bits of her hair had not been spared the wetness and from Sabrina’s constant toying, Olivia’s sex hair was quite a sight to behold.
“So, what did you think?” Sabrina asked her daughter smugly.
“It tasted gross,” she gave her mother a foul look.
“Oh nonsense. By the end of the week you’ll probably be begging me for more.”
Olivia didn’t argue, but was quite sure that she did not want to do that ever again—much less beg for it. But regardless of how she felt, she would be doing it again and again.
“I need you to do something else for me, sweetie,” Sabrina added. “Go upstairs to your father and repeat these words, ‘I’m here to give you your blow job’, can you remember that?”
“I’m here to give you your blow job,” the child repeated. “What’s that mean?”
“Don’t ask silly questions, just do what you’re told,” Sabrina tousled the little girl’s hair again and directed her towards the stairs. Olivia climbed them earnestly and walked into her parent’s bedroom where her father had been sleeping in.
“I’m here to give you your blow job,” the five year old squeaked.
“Are you now?” Greg was suddenly wide awake. “Well, hop up here then.” Olivia climbed up on the bed and was starting to get the idea that she might not like this blow job thing. Her father on the other hand made short work of his pajama bottoms and began rubbing his youngest daughter’s flat chest.
In truth, he had fantasized about this day for years. He knew it was illegal, but he and his wife had been following the work of Dr. Wilson and eagerly hoped for the day when they would be able to enroll his kids in her program. Now that it was here, it was like living a dream.
Greg had always fancied children and Sabrina put the pieces together one day when he found him taking a few liberties with the then four year old Anna in the bath. It was nothing that Anna would remember as being wrong or sexual in any way, but just enough for Sabrina to realize the truth. Instead of being upset, Sabrina encouraged such fantasies as the girls grew older. They never acted on them, of course. But Sabrina relished hearing her husband talk about all the things he wanted to do to their young daughters. She even began to share a few of her own.
Now that the president had given the executive order, Greg was finally able to live those fantasies out. He kissed Olivia’s nipples and ran his tongue along her navel.
“That tickles,” she giggled in response as he started to lick up her chest and into her armpit. He ran both hands over her torso, and gent his cock brush up to her legs. Then he started planting kisses on her lips, forcing his tongue into the girl’s mouth.
With his finger, he felt down to Olivia's slit and began running it up and down. Olivia giggled again at the feeling. If this was what a blow job was, it was kind of fun, she thought. There was a little too much kissing for her taste, but she was enjoying the attention from her father.
“Alright, how about that blow job now?” Great said when he suddenly pulled away. Olivia was caught off guard when her father’s cock moved right in front of her face.
“Come on,” he wriggled it, leavings string of precum as it brushed against her nose. She opened her mouth to ask what exactly she was supposed to do, but her words were muffled by the angry cock that traveled past her lips.
“Ah, that’s it baby,” Greg moaned to his daughter. “My sweet baby girl.” She began to let out little whines, especially when he pushed himself too far into her little mouth. He was delighted by the feeling of her warm mouth around his dick and her soft complaints didn’t dampen his excitement. He continued fucking the girl’s mouth earnestly.
“Have you had breakfast yet?” He looked down at his five year old daughter with her mouth full of cock.
“Nuh uh,” she managed to answer.
“Well, eat up then,” he replied and began to moan as his jizz shot out into the five year old’s mouth.
She gagged and started to whine as the substance filled her mouth.
“Come on, swallow your breakfast,” Greg encouraged as cum dripped from the sides of her mouth. She tried to listen, but hardly managed to swallow any as more came squirting out.
When it was over, Greg left his youngest daughter on the bed to catch her breath and rest up from the ordeal. Her hair was now even more messed up than when she began, now weighed down with jizz mixed with her mother’s cunt juice. Her face was covered in both substances, too and the cum was smeared down her chest as well.
Greg pulled is pajama bottoms back on and meandered downstairs to find something to eat. Now that Olivia had eaten her breakfast, he was hungry for some of his own.