Cody was born Agnes, but that horrible name hadn't been used on her since she was five. On her deathbed her mother apologized contritely for naming her that.

Cody stood 4 feet 1 inch tall and weighed 75 pounds. Her hair was a long and lovingly brushed, one hundred strokes every morning and evening. She had green eyes and puffy lips that always had a good natured smile on them. Many a grownup had told her fondly how pretty she was.

Cody had a secret. Although she was only ten she was irredeemably addicted.....to sex. She was so far gone it was pitiful. All she wanted to do was fuck, and if she wasn't doing that she had her nose buried in books, she read constantly, omnivorously. Everything, didn't matter: poetry, novels, science books. She was hooked on books. Sex and books. Her clit and diamond-hard nipples had distracted her since she was four or five, and in the last year her nipples had done a nasty on her, demanding constant sucking and diddling. Poor Cody couldn't have resisted her sexuality if she'd wanted to. Outwardly a pure innocent child with the disposition of an angel, inwardly she boiled with raw sexual lust. Only hard cock slaked her cravings.

On the other side of the country, the east coast, the state of Virginia, Cody would meet another girl who would alter her life. Consuela Vallejoa was the eldest daughter of a South American embassy official, and she had just turned eleven. If Cody was oversexed, Consuela was in hyperdrive. She has lemon sized breasts and a tad of swell at the hip and laid with every man she could convince. Consuela was dark skinned and exceedingly pretty but like Cody one would never guess by looking at her she was active. Where Cody's outward innocence concealed a raving sexual freak inside, Consuela was so hotly propelled toward cocks she was nothing short of spastic about it. God only knows what these girls will be like in a couple of years when their hormones kick in.

When they first met, they didn't know they had the same burning desires. This is the story of two randy preteen girls who simply "cannot get enough"......

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Cody had all the apprehensions any kid would have when moving into a new neighborhood, especially half a continent away from where she'd lived all her life. Her old friends gone, a different school, she wasn't even sure she'd like the climate.

Her father had been transferred by his aero-space company from Wichita to Virginia. Her mother was dead, a suicide by poison, who had lingered long enough to tell Cody how sorry she was. She killed herself because she had sinned--it had been discovered long after marriage that she and her husband were brother and sister, separated at birth as orphans.

Cody soon assumed a wife's role and that included sex with her father, but as she got older the sex was not as good as it was in the beginning. For one thing her Dad was drinking a lot so his penis didn't erect as easily, and he seemed overcome with needling doubts about their incestuous relationship. Well, Cody in her frustration had finally sought sex outside the home and learned it was pretty easy stuff to get a man to put his penis in her. She'd found two guys, and then, poof, they had to move!

Cody was a quiet girl, polite and a bit shy, but once she opened up she was a joy to be around. She giggled and her cheeks always were dimpled with smiles. Cody has long light brown hair that was very straight and hung all the way down to her butt. At home she wore t-shirts and jeans and at school and church she always wore tastefully bland dresses or skirts and blouses.

They made the move in May and drove out in a U-haul with her Dad's 4x4 in tow. Dad didn't drink much during the transit and they got along real well, including sleeping together everynight. The sex was very good and Cody was hoping it would stay that way. Long ago Cody had left behind any thoughts of childhood and pretty much thought of herself as her father's wife, serving him. She cooked for him and mended and washed his clothes. Even so, after he ejaculated for the last time, her father would clear his throat and act like he was going to say something, then he'd quickly roll over and go to sleep. For the life of her she couldn't understand why he felt guilty. She wished he would tell her he loved her, the way a man loves a woman. She loved him, the way a woman does. When she held his cock in the mornings, so warm and hard, she could hardly think. She was like an alcoholic's liver, swollen with lust.

Cody was used to hot weather but Virginia in summer can be brutal, because of the high humidity. She took to wearing shorts and cut-off t-shirts.

Then she met Consuela. She lived a few streets over in their little DC-bedroom suburb. Consuela and some pals were riding their bikes around when Conseula had an accident and tumbled head over heels onto the sidewalk knocking over the recycle bin in front of Cody's house.

The other two girls started screaming and Cody hearing the racket ran out from the backyard where she had been playing with her dog Henry. Henry was in a frenzy over a blue tennis ball she threw for him, and he came running after Cody with the ball in his frothy mouth.

She went right up to the other girls and elbowed them aside and looked down on the girl who lay on her side with a big angry knot on her head. The girl cried and her nose was all messy from coughing and snorting. Her cheek was smudged and she bled from the left nostril.

"Come on, sit here on the lawn," Cody said, taking charge. "You," she selected one of the other girls, "Go inside to the kitchen and get a wash cloth and soak it in cold water." She pointed to the back of the house.

Consuela sat up shakily and Cody realized she was very pretty. Really, really pretty. She had a dusky skin, probably was South American or something (a lot of embassy types lived in this area), and her hair was thick black in long natural curls to her shoulders. Her lips were naturally red and when she sniffled and opened her mouth Cody saw that her teeth were absolutely gleaming white.

Another thing Cody saw was that Consuela had boobs. Not very big ones, but definitely noticeable, especially the way she was crying and heaving her chest. They looked the size of green grapes. She figured they were about the same age.

The girl came back with a wet cloth and Cody cleaned Consuela's forehead and there was a small cut. "Let's go inside and I'll put some Merthiolate and a bandaid on it."

Consuela nodded and stood up. She said, "Why don't you two go on home, I'll ride back later on," and the other two girls got on their bikes and rode off standing up on their bikes, their little butts swishing cutely......(cont)