Once upon a time, in a parallel universe not too dissimilar to our own, there lived a young girl called Luisa-Charlotte. Now inevitably, Luisa-Charlotte was an very bad little girl, who always seemed to get into trouble wherever she went. Yet all the people in the town where she lived loved Luisa-Chartlotte, and however good she happened to be, they always found it in their hearts to forgive her.
 One morning little Luisa-Charlotte went to school, and entering the classroom, she found that she was the first one there. Sitting behind her desk at the head of the classroom and marking the pupils' work was Luisa-Charlotte's teacher, Miss Innuendo. Suddenly and without warning, Luisa-Charlotte ran up to where Miss Innuendo was sitting, and quick as a flash, kissed her right on the lips! For a couple of seconds Miss Innuendo stared at Luisa-Charlotte with a perfected look of surprise; then, putting down her pen, she exclaimed, 'Luisa-Charlotte! You bad little girl! You shouldn't be kissing me on the lips; you should be kissing me on the clit! Go on, you bad little girl; get down on your knees right now!' That's what everyone said to Luisa-Charlotte. So little Luisa-Charlotte got down under the desk, and parting her teacher's legs, she began to lick Miss Innuendo out. Before long, however, the bell rang; and Luisa-Charlotte had to get out from under the teacher and return to her desk as the other girls all ran into the classroom.
 When playtime came, little Luisa-Charlotte was accosted by a couple of her little friends. Taking her into the girls' toilets and locking the cubicle door, Luisa-Charlotte's friends pulled up their pleated skirts, and pulled down their little white knickers; and then they made Luisa-Charlotte get down on her knees and lick their little pussies out. Lap, lap, lap!
 At last, three o' clock arrived, and little Luisa-Charlotte left school and ran all the way home. When she got home, she ran all the way up to her room, where she lay down on her bed to rest. After a moment or two, her little pet dog came running up to greet her. It was a small terrier with a wet, sharp muzzle - sharp as a razor blade. Filled with joy at the sight of its mistress, it leapt onto Luisa-Charlotte's bed, and promptly inserted its muzzle into her sticky, wet pussy.
 'Oh yes,' little Luisa-Charlotte moaned; 'lick me Towser, lick me!' At that very moment, however, Luisa-Charlotte's mother entered the room.



 'Luisa-Charlotte,' she screamed; 'you baad little girl! You shouldn't be letting your little dog lick you out; you should be licking me out instead! Come over here now!'
 One day, little Luisa-Charlotte's mother held a combined seventeenth birthday/escape clause party for Luisa-Charlotte and all her little friends. And what a lovely party it was! It took place in the garden of Luisa-Charlotte's home, and there was cake and blancmange and trifle, and lots of games to play... The sun screamed down with a burning intensity - just like a razor blade - onto the wet, green grass below. Luisa-Charlotte was wearing a special party dress decorated with frills and bows and flounces, and a big pink bow tied at the waist. She was wearing her lacy white ankle socks and patent leather pink sandals; and under her petticoats and frilly pink knickers, she was wearing a pair of rubber panties; just in case she needed them. As for her face, it had been made up oh so very prettily. Powdered white it was, with pink rosebud cheeks and pink rosebud lips, and false eyelashes too. Luisa-Charlotte's peroxide blonde hair had been neatly parted and tied with long, pink ribbons into plaits, her chin brushed gently against the frilly pink choker of her dress, and her eyebrows, nose and lips had been pierced - because her mother was a perv. The trouble was, though, that whenever her mummy turned her back on her, little Luisa-Charlotte would stick her hand up the other little girls' skirts; and this was a very, very naughty thing to do. Until finally it became all to much for the other little girls; so much so, that one of them picked up a big cream cake, and pushed it right into little Luisa-Charlotte's face!
 The paper plate dropped to the ground, and little Luisa-Charlotte blinked out from behind a fluffy yellow mask of whipped cream. And at this point, it became all too much for her; and so she pulled down her frilly pink knickers, and the sticky rubber panties underneath, to reveal a big pulsing cock which immediately shot long white jets of thick, creamy come onto the wet, green grass and the black earth underneath. And that was when everyone realised that little Nancy Spongecream wasn't really a little girl, but in fact a little boy. And at that point the universe suddenly imploded as the story came to an abrupt end.