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Lesbian F/g, mast, anal, oral, ws, scat
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Curious Abbie, by Curiouser
No one would ever suspect you.
It's not just the way you look – young, blonde, willowy, attractive. It's more the way you live – quiet, serious, circumspect, studying medical technology to run an MRI machine. A homebody, private, a few close friends, the occasional date.
You're not what anyone pictures when they think of the word 'pedophile.' When you consider your desires, it's not the word you think of first, either. 'Naughty girl' is what your best friend called you, giggling, when you were both little, but she complied and stripped naked from the waist down just like you, and you watched each other do your potty business, curious just like you, excited just like you, and before long looking gave way to touching gave way to secret dirty pleasures that you both innocently loved. 'Precocious' is what your friend's Mom called you when she finally caught you two at it, said it with warm surprise, instructing you to show her what you did, and letting you finish while she observed, and afterward she asked you questions and gave precautions, comforting, accepting. 'Nasty babyslut' is what her Mom called you later, groaning or gasping it out, naked, sweaty, after she started having incestuous sex with her daughter and loving your pre-teen body in the bargain, the three of you teaching and learning and sharing all the ecstasy and depravity you could manage and still keep it a secret.
It's just a part of who you are. As you grew older, of course you found boys and girls your own age desirable... and largely willing, except for those dirty activities you found so particularly appealing. Now that you're in your twenties, you certainly lust after your peers at college, supple and skilled and adventurous. Hell, you've fucked your own roommate and her boyfriend on occasion for the last six months, and you don't have much more in common than being fit and sharing an address. You have all the normal desires... you just have more.
You keep these feelings in check. The abject wantonness of toilet play, the lascivious appeal of pretty little girls, they're both deeply hidden and you're not sure which is more embarrassing. But, oh! you have such fantasies, constructed over years of suppression and frustration, and you masturbate furiously almost every night, imagining them, thrashing on your bed or legs splayed in front of a computer monitor, fingers busy in your juicy cunt and tight asshole, as the obscure quarters of the internet quietly feeds your lust. And sometimes in your bathroom, you set a hand mirror on the floor and squat over it nude, gazing at your dirtiest places until you can't resist any more and watch as you feel the tantalizing relief of your pee, the animal sensation of pushing a thick shit out onto the glass, then fall over into your own mess and fuck yourself helplessly as you cum and cum and cum.
No one knows, no one suspects what you do to yourself when you're alone. You know you can't act on your lusts, you know that some parts of you are just perverted. But sometimes, when you get unbearably horny, you think that if the perfect situation presented itself.... and later, after you've masturbated, you feel ashamed you even thought it.
Until you meet Abbie.
She's the daughter of a neighbor in your apartment complex, 10 years old with a single mother who's only a few years older than you. The mom, Tania, is a nurse too, so it's easy for you to talk to her and get acquainted, spending a few hours a week by the pool in the center of the complex while Abbie frolics in the water. You are so grateful you're wearing your darkest sunglasses that first day, because you find it hard not watch the girl, glistening in her little swimsuit.
You keep wearing the sunglasses, even when it's cloudy out. Abbie is like your fantasy come to life. Her hair, eyes, the shape of her nose, her smile, the curves of her childish body, perfect, perfect... And there's something more, in the way she moves, how she shows off for you, some of the questions she asks, the way she regards you when she thinks you're not watching.
She's deeply curious, about you, about herself, about bodies in general. You frequently see her touching her mouth or absently caressing herself. Abbie's little hand settles on your bare knee or your wrist when she talks to you. And every time you get in the pool to swim with her, she insists on giving you a big hug, then swims past you a few times so that your bodies smooth past each other. Are you imagining it? Does your pussy throb wetly because of how she's acting, or does your pulsing cunt make you think she's acting that way? You don't know, but you can't look away. You're constantly, intensely aroused for her. So the sunglasses stay on.
Tania is stunned to realize your eyes are hazel when the two of you go out for drinks the first time. You're really enjoying her company, but in the back of your mind you're replaying what happened earlier, swimming with Abbie while Tania went to finish laundry. The girl slipped away to the edge of the pool and hung there, facing you. You glided over, unable to not notice her legs were parted under the water. And when you got close, almost between her extended feet, Abbie's eyes got dreamy and distant. It took a second before you felt the liquid cloud of warmth wash over your belly and understand she was peeing in the pool, peeing on you. Your face went wide open in surprise, and she giggled and splashed away, leaving you befuddled and surreptitiously stroking your cunt down your bikini bottoms until her Mom came back.
Your friendship grows, and it's genuine. Tania is plucky, sensible, and funny as hell. She thinks of you as family, but oh fuck do you know better. Sometimes, it's the three of you, at the park or the petting zoo or just having ice cream, sometimes it's grownup time, with drinks and stories, and sometimes it's just you and Abbie, playing in the pool or chatting about the things that she likes. You let her do the talking, because you're almost dizzy with lust the whole time.
Then it happens. Tania gets a week of graveyard shifts, and her sister's only able to take Abbie for three of them. She gently lays out her plight, almost guiltily, thinking she's imposing, and all the while you know your roommate's going out of town with her boyfriend for the weekend and you'll have your place all to yourself. And Abbie. It's the perfect situation, completely, temptingly, terribly perfect.
Your mind is spinning, but you can't resist accepting. You're a bundle of distracted nerves, sitting in their living room, waiting for the girl to gather some things. You keep telling yourself it's just another fantasy, that you have it in check, just like always. But then Abbie comes out of her bedroom smiling gleefully, and the sudden dampness in your panties calls you a fucking liar. Tania's gushing gratitude just makes you feel worse.
Once Abbie's at your place, your willpower holds out for all of an hour. You play nice, giving her microwave pizza, spumoni, and all the juice she can drink. She snuggles up next to you on the couch while you watch CGI Tinkerbell have adventures on TV. She asks you questions, almost reverently, hanging on your every word. Most of what she asks you are just compliments with question marks on them. You feel flush from her open, childish admiration. You are so aware of her body next to yours.
You can't remember who poked who first, but soon it's just short of a tickle fight, playful struggling, flailing hair and screeching laughter. You're careful to let her pin you down, her little legs straddling you, giggling and breathing hard.
Looking up into her face you say, "Hey, did you pee on me?"
She takes a panicked look down between her legs and replies, "No!"
"Not now, silly. A couple weeks ago, when we were swimming?"
Abbie's blush is all the answer you need. You reach up and cup her hips.
"I thought so. That's really naughty."
She blushes harder. "I dunno. Sometimes I like to peepee in the pool. It's just for fun..."
"Why didn't you do it again?"
Her eyes get big.
"I felt it all warm on me when you went peepee," you tell her, looking at her steadily. "Sometimes I like it when someone really pretty does that."
She lets out a confused giggle.
You feel your pulse thumping when you blurt out, "Would you do it for me?"
"In the pool again?"
"No, tonight. The next time you have to go."
She releases your wrists and sits up, her crotch settling maddeningly on the mound of your pelvis, considering.
"I don't know..." she says slowly.
"It's okay," you reply.
You disentangle and arrange yourselves on the couch, close but not quite cuddling any more. Together you watch Kim Possible. You encourage her to drink her juice. After a bit, she starts to squirm uncomfortably. Every time she does, she casts a sidelong look at you, and you can see anxiety, intrigue, a desire to please, and shame all wrapped up in each one. She crosses her legs. She bounces a little.
Finally, Abbie nervously asks, "Do you..? I have to, um, go peepee now. Do you still, you know, want me to show you?"
You smile and stand and help her to her feet. Looking down, you adore this little 10 year old girl, how confused she looks when you follow her into the bathroom. She doesn't quite understand why you want to watch her potty, but you can tell she's curious to find out what excites you about it. Plus you told her you chose her because she's so pretty.
Even though she's nervous, she gives you a game smile as she moves next to the toilet and unbuttons her shorts. And suddenly it hits you that this is happening, you're making it happen and she is willingly – maybe happily – going along. And it's all so perfect you take a chance and tell her,
"Get undressed so I can see you better."
She freezes with her waistband halfway over her rump. "All my clothes?"
"Everything."
She gulps. "But I'll be naked."
"It's not much less than what you wear in the pool, and you weren't afraid to pee then." You sound like such a perv to yourself, but the words just come out. Your head is clouded with desire, your tongue feels thick in your mouth.
She blinks, breathing quickly, a little scared and intimidated. Then her thighs press against each other, holding it in. And just like that she obeys, holding her shorts in place while she wiggles off her shoes.
She glances over at you a lot as she slowly strips, eyes big and looking for approval, carefully folding each item and placing it on the counter next to the sink. You nod encouragingly while she exposes herself, and can tell the way you watch her makes her feel fluttery inside. It's weird but she likes it. As her little panties go on top of the pile, you imagine she wonders if maybe the quivery, tingly feeling she has all over isn't just nerves and the need to go potty.
Stepping closer, you position her on the toilet just the way you want, and she lets you, although she gasps a bit when you open her legs wide, exposing the sweet bare little slit of her puss. You squat down before her, your head almost between her knees, gaze roaming intently over her naked, innocent body. She squirms a little as she sits there, and finally says, "I really need to go, but it's hard with you watching."
"Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. I want to see it come out. It's so special to me that you let me watch."
She nods, pleased, scoops in a big breath and sighs. But a few seconds go by and still nothing happens.
"Sorry," she says.
"Maybe if you gave it a little tickle, it might help," you reply. "On your coochie."
Abbie looks stunned.
"Oh, come on, you've tickled your coochie before, haven't you?" The way the color rises in her cheeks leads you to playfully add, "And it wasn't just to help you pee, was it?"
Blushing hugely right down to her chest, she lowers her eyes and shakes her pretty head. Your whole body is energized by the thought that she's already playing with herself. You want to finger yourself or her or both together, the urge is so strong, so primal. But you force yourself to be patient.
"Go ahead then, sweetie. Tickle it for me."
"Grinning shyly, her hand dips down her belly, hesitating. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Yeah, it'll be our secret. I want to see you touch yourself there. It makes me want to tickle my coochie."
"Really??"
You nod and lick your lips, and the 10 year old girl loses a bit of her shyness. Her fingertips lightly touch the tiny pink lips of her trembling cunt. Her gasp and expression reveal how unwittingly sexual this is for her. As her tummy twitches and her breath catches, you wonder if she'll start to link potty and arousal the way you do. If she'll start to crave it.
Suddenly she sits up very straight. "Ooo! I'm gonna do it!" And she pulls her diddling hand clear as urine gushes out of her. She jerks at the confusion of sensations going through her relieved pussy, and hot yellow pee sprays against the seat, spattering your face a bit before she can force her pelvis back down to aim at the bowl.
"Oohh, Abbie, that's so good sweetie," you sigh.
You lick your lips again and you can taste her salty piss. You're so close you can smell the tangy urine as it rushes out of her. Her breathing and the pleasure on her face tell you this is no ordinary pee for her. The fingers of her tickling hand are now stroking her little nipple, which stands out hard and eager.
Her eyes are half-open as she lets herself go in front of you, but they flash wide open when you slip your hand into the bowl between her legs, and let her stream of warm, tart piss splash all over it...
"What are you doing?" she gasps. Her legs move a bit, but she can't stop the piss that's squirting strongly from her bald little cunt. Those three glasses of juice you fed her are paying off.
"I like how hot it feels," you muse, watching the spray break against your fingers, the yellow droplets running down. "Like in the pool. It's naughty, but I like it."
You can't resist. "I like to taste it, too."
Before she can respond with anything more than a shocked look, you pull your hand out of the bowl, up to your mouth, and tenderly lick and suck the warm pee from your knuckles, the smell of little girl urine fills your nostrils. You look right into her wide eyes as you do it, and go, "Mmmmm."
She gulps visibly, "You... you like it?"
You nod. "You never tried it?"
Her head moves slowly back and forth, disbelieving. You extend your hand just under her nose, it's still dripping. "Here."
With an effort, her lips part and her tongue hesitantly reaches out to lick the tip of your middle finger. The drop of piss on it dissolves onto her cute pink tongue. It retreats back between her lips and she makes a face, but you can tell she's moving it around in her mouth, looking unsure. Her pee continues to ring in the toilet.
"It's salty, like pickles."
You give her an approving grin, "Hm. You naughty girl..."
Her eyes light up at this. She leans forward a little, her mouth opens wider, and this time she licks all the way up your index finger. She rolls her own piss in her mouth again, then licks her lips. She gives you a shy little smile.
"It's okay if you like it."
"I wanna try," she says, and deftly dips her fingers into her flow, squeaking when she feels the wet heat of her piss for the first time. With a low giggle she brings her soaking fingers to her lips and tongue swabs them openly, like a treat. When most of the pee is gone she inserts it into her mouth and sucks, looking at you conspiratorially.
You languidly tongue your fingers while you look at her, enjoying the flavor of Abbie's urine, making no attempt to disguise your arousal. Without thinking, your free hand has stolen between your legs, out of sight, and you gently squeeze your sopping, pleading cunt through your clothes.
Her finger slips out of her mouth and drops down as if to hide her pussy, and the weakening stream of piss. Only the fact that you're between her knees keeps her from closing her wide open legs.
In a distressed voice, she says, "I have to... I'm going to... I have to do number two."
Too good to be true. Fireworks erupt in your pussy. Your mind scrambles but you coo out, "That's okay honey," easing her embarrassment. "You can do that, too. I have a plan..."
You take her by her bare shoulders and lift her lithe naked body off the toilet. She resists, shudders, babbling, "But wait - I'm not - I can't -" Pee dribbles out of her little slick pussy as you move her, spattering the seat, piddling on the vinyl floor, running down the insides of her legs.
Looking at her shame and confusion, you know you've crossed a line, but you can't help it, you have to see, have to experience this girl's most secret activities. If she'll do this for you, you know you can make her love it, feel the dirty secret joy the way you do. And part of you loves seeing her mess herself, lusts to see her even messier.
She clamps a hand over her puss, trying to control it, looking humiliated, piss is squirting out and leaking out through her fingers. But she only has to move two shuffling steps before you're helping her to squat down, feet wide apart, you kneeling beside her, supporting her back and her free arm.
"It's all right honey, it's okay, just come down here, we'll do it right here. It'll feel good, you'll be all right. Go ahead and finish your peepee, I'll clean everything up."
"I went peepee on myself..."
"I'll wipe you all clean, it's gonna be fine, you can go number two like this and feel good, I'll help, I'll clean it all up, it'll be all right, just do it, I'll take care of you, I'll take care of you...."
You reach up and stroke her cheek, soothing. Her eyes are locked on yours, but she's nodding, slowly, wanting to be mollified.
When she seems to be a little calmer, you ask, "Okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," she replies. she looks between her legs at the yellow puddle still dribbling there, and says ruefully, "I'm making such a mess, though."
"That's okay, honey, naughty girls get messy sometimes. But it all cleans up, right?"
She giggles a little and smiles, relieved.
"You liked the messy before, though, didn't you?" you tease, and she chuckles. "Look at your hand," you whisper, "sooo messy."
Grinning, she brings her dripping hand up to her chin and laps at it like a kitten. When you sigh she extends it toward you with a grin. "Here."
You gently take her hand, insert two of her delicate fingers into your mouth and suck the warm, bitter juice of her body from them. After a second you release them with a lingering lick.
"Do you still have to do-do, honey?"
"Yeah, even more now that I'm like this," she says, surveying her squatting position.
"Why don't you? I don't mind. I wanna see it."
"I dunno. It's kind of weird and embarrassing."
"Why? I like you down here with me," you encourage. "I can see you all over, and you look so pretty," you finish, glancing behind and relishing your view of her little round spread ass.
"Really?" she's flattered. "I'm not sure if I can, though."
"It's like when you went peepee for me, honey. You know I loved seeing you do it. Just relax and push a little for me, okay?"
The naked 10 year old closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. You see her round tummy tense. A little more piss squirts out onto the floor. You look back at her butt and see subtle contractions, but nothing happens. She lets out the breath in a frustrated sigh, blinking.
You rub her back. "It's okay. Maybe I should tickle back there, too. Would that help?"
"I don't know," she replies, slowly, clearly intrigued. "Maybe?"
"Let me try," you venture, a little eagerly, as your hand caresses down her silky back. You go further, fingertips in her humid groove, palm cupping her soft, innocent butt cheek. By feel, you locate the wrinkly bud of her anus, and she lets out a little "Ah," of pleasure as you start to stroke and tickle it.
"How does that feel?"
"Mmn. Oh. Ooh. I like it. Um. I mean, it's okay."
"Do you think you can do it now?" Your fingertips wander, and now one plays on her tender asshole while the other teases the tense little stretch between her pussy and her pucker.
Her eyes are dreamy. "I - I think so. Ahh. Keep doing it."
She closes her eyes again, her tummy tenses, and you feel her anus contracting. It begins to part.
"Oh, oh. It's coming," she groans. The sticky warm head of the turd touches your finger. You keep tickling.
"Unh!" she grunts anxiously. "Your hand, I'm gonna poop!"
"Yeah, honey, push it out, go ahead."
"Oohhh!" she groans as her body commits completely to the act. She tosses her head back, eyes squeezed shut, and bears down. The thick firm do-do pushes out between your fingers, damp and hot, forcing them apart the same way it forces her anus to stretch. You can see her shit now, long enough to emerge into your sight below her spread ass. You can't help it and you wrap your fingers around the brown offering of her body.
You can smell the earthy, almost sweet stink of her little girl poop rising up. As you squeeze it, the warm squishy turd breaks off and splats in the puddle of piss on the floor.
But she's not done. There's another quiver, another push, and she shits a second time, groaning a bit. You're ready for it, and you feel the steamy mass of it pressing into your palm as she forces it out. It's smaller but just as firm, and as it drops into your hand you close a loose fist around it and lift your fingers back to her sphincter.
It's still spread, but closing in little throbs. You push your index finger in past that shrinking ring, slipping as deep as you can into her rectum before her anus clutches you. For a second you can feel the heat and texture of her do-do retreating back into her body. It's so tight and warm and perfect, you're inside her.
She's never felt anything like this, and is lost in the sensation. Her whole body starts shuddering, her suddenly erogenous pucker clamping down. Abbie heaves, her mouth hangs slack and she makes breathless noises, and you can't help it, you wiggle your finger inside and she quivers harder. Her eyes roll behind their tender lids. She loves this; she doesn't know it yet but she loves it.
You slowly draw your finger out. When it pops free, the little girl grabs hold of your other arm to steady herself, her breathing ragged. You bring the dirty finger up and inhale deeply, all the nasty, sexy odors from inside her most intimate place. Without a second thought you plunge that shit-smeared finger into your mouth and suck it, licking it clean. The thick, muddy flavor of her poo overwhelms your senses - your clit throbs and your own asshole flexes in aroused sympathy. You can feel the rest of her warm shit pressed inside your palm, like a gift.
Abbie comes back to her senses, eyes flickering open. She looks at you, still sucking your finger. Then she looks down between her legs, stares.
"Oh, oh my god. I pooped. I pooped and peed all over the floor."
You pop your finger from your mouth. "You sure did honey," you reply proudly. "You did so good, it was so hot and pretty seeing you do that."
She's still gazing at her mess, fascinated, and absently says, "It felt really really good when I did it. You touching me, and the do-do, and then... after?"
"Mmmmm, it was so special, being inside your bottom."
"It felt so nasty, but I couldn't help it, what happened to me."
"You can't help it because it feels so good. But you don't have to fight it. It's okay to like nasty things. I do. It's so exciting when a pretty girl does something nasty."
She nods, taking this in. Then she starts. "Did you have the finger - the poopy finger - in your mouth just now?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Her mouth grimaces. "You liked it?!"
"You were licking your peepee before. That's really nasty, but you like it now, right?"
As if licking her lips weren't enough confirmation, she softly replies, "Yeah."
"Then I have something else for us to try," you offer, extending your hand in front of her, and opening it to reveal the slightly mashed poo you caught in your palm. She gasps.
"That's mine. You're holding my do-do. That's so crazy."
"Yeah, it's yours. I caught it to show you I think everything you do is pretty. Even the nasty things, especially them. It came out of you, you made it for me, so it's pretty to me."
Abbie's eyes sparkle as she looks at you. She's flattered, no matter how perverted this is. Her nostrils flare. "I can smell it." She doesn't seem disgusted.
"Me too," you reply. "I like it, it's like a secret. No one needs to know we like it."
She blushes again, and a private little grin crosses her face.
"What? What are you thinking honey?"
She glances at you, back to your dirty hand, and says, "My cousins... promise you won't tell?"
"It's all just between us, I promise."
"My cousins, Andi and Jenna, they've had me over for sleepovers a couple times. Their friends come too. Andi's ten like me, but Jenna's older, she's thirteen. There were four other girls, all in between Andi and Jenna's age."
"What happened?"
"Andi told me later that Jenna secretly turns the heat in the basement way up when the sleepovers start. Everyone gets hot and sticky, but we can't leave the basement and wake their family. So Jenna tells everybody to take their pj's off. Some of the girls don't want to at first, but soon we're all naked.
"That's how I learned how to tickle my coochie. We play games that turn into touching games, and at the end most of the girls tickle each other down there. Jenna tickled her sister Andi and had me watch to show me how, then made me copy them and said I should keep practicing, because when I get older it'll feel really good."
Your pussy quivers. "It does, honey. It will."
"I like it a lot right now. Jenna said that she wanted me over especially, to see me naked and see the girls tickle me, because she thinks I'm pretty," she says proudly.
"You are, baby, so pretty. Is that what you were thinking about?"
"Kinda, but it was more later, after everyone was asleep."
"What happened then?"
The color rises in her cheeks again. "Since I was little, sometimes I rub my finger in my hiney crack and then sniff it. I dunno, it sounds gross, but I like it. It smells a little like do-do, but sweet too. It's just nice, it makes me feel happy when I do it."
"And at your cousins'?"
"After everybody fell asleep, they were all laying on top of their sleeping bags, all naked, and I dunno why, but I couldn't sleep, thinking of them all naked like that. So I got up real quiet, and I snuck up to each girl, bent down behind them, and sniffed their butts. Like, really close, my nose touching their cracks sometimes. And they all smelled so good! Each one was different, sometimes I could smell their coochie all mixed in, but they were all so good. I got so wound up I think I peed myself a little, because when I went back to bed I was all wet and sticky down there."
"Crazy! You're so naughty! Wow!" She smiles brightly at your praise.
"When I smelled your hand, I just remembered. But this is better."
You nod. "We don't have to sneak. We can do whatever we want," and with that, you bring your hand to your face until your nose is almost touching that little turd, and inhale. The dusky smell fills your senses and your whole body lights up. A little moan escapes you as you breathe out.
She's smiling at you as your eyes open, anticipating. You extend your hand and she bends her head down to meet it, holding her nose as close as you did, and sniffs deeply. She tips her face up a bit and blinks at you. "I can't believe I get to do this with you. You're so pretty and you like the same naughty things I do."
"It's fun being naughty, right?" She nods enthusiastically, as you bring your hand back to your chin..
Looking her in the eye, you put out your tongue and lick her shit, a long slow lap of your sensitive organ over the spongy, muddy texture of it. The thick, filthy taste makes you drool. Her face lights up in total surprise, eyebrows up, mouth agape. You lick it again, and from deep inside you comes this satisfied noise, "Nnnnnnnn..."
"Oh my god oh my god," she blurts, "Can I try?"
It's hard to give up this treasure, but you want to see her innocent face debauched so bad. So you reach to her, she sniffs it one more time, then the cute pink tip of her tongue extends delicately, just brushing her own poo. She pauses, experiencing it, then opens her mouth and runs the whole flat of her tongue across the brown fragrant turd. She does it again, and again. You feel the tickle of her tongue on your palm, the heat of her breath, the wetness of her saliva. You savor the aftertaste of her shit in your mouth while she's still licking it.
Then you feel the velvety touch of her lips against your hand, and a second later she lifts her head and the poo is nestled between her tongue and upper lip. And she's pressing it all over her pink little girl mouth, mashing and smearing it, with an ecstatic look on her innocent face. What emerged from her ass just moments ago is now in her mouth.
There's nothing else to do. You grab her sticky thigh and the small of her back, lean over, and cover her mouth with yours. Abbie starts a little, but as soon as you start moving your tongue against hers, she takes hold of your hair and waist. With lips and tongues the two of you move that pungent, shapeless turd around over and inside both your mouths, and you can't tell whose moans are whose.
The taste, the texture of drool-softened shit passes over your tongue, against your teeth, squishes between your lips, and the two of you are in a kind of frenzy of unleashed desire. You break out in sweat. You cum a little in your panties.
And before long, without either of you knowing how, the do-do is all gone and you're left French kissing a naked eager 10 year old on a filthy bathroom floor. Catching your breath, you part your mouth from hers. Her face is blazing with joy, and, there's no denying it, with sexual passion. She looks at you like a lover, her mouth streaked with filth.
"Wow," she says.
You smile, take a deep breath, and say, "Now it's time to clean up."
You push yourself to your feet, and then hold her hand as she stands from her squat. Her knees are pretty shaky. You help her step gingerly over her mess to stand next to the vanity. Taking a towel from the rack, you double it over, place it over the edge of the counter, and have her lean against it so it rests softly on her lower back and the swell of her little butt.
Checking her out quickly, you see all the streaks and drips of piss that have run down the insides of her legs, the way her chest is still rising and falling, deeply, quickly. She looks at you with a dazed smile. She's ready, so you decide to make her wait. Let her stew in her own nastiness, the smelly pee cooling on her skin, for a few minutes more.
You take off your top, revealing your skimpy bra and the small perky tits it supports. Her eyes go wide, but all you say is, "I want to keep it clean."
You place it atop her dainty pile of clothes and take another towel down, saying, "Let's take care of all this you did on the floor." She looks at it sheepishly, but you see a little pride there too. The first thing you focus on is the lump of poo she made, sitting in a pool of her pee. You bend over, pick it up, and show it to her, the two of you sharing a conspiratorial smile.
"It's still warm," you tell her, and see her hips wiggle a bit. You feel the soft, firm, claylike turd in your fingers, its smell comes up strongly to you. Her eyes are fixed on it, and you wonder if she'd put more in her mouth, if she'd eat it with you, if she'd get off watching you eat her shit.
Then you decide that might just be too much for a ten year old who's just tasted her own poop for the very first time, so you take a step and drop it into the toilet with a plop.
You get on your knees with the towel, making sure your ass is facing her. You may think your butt is a bit skinny, but you know how good it looks in your yoga pants, and that they reveal a little crack when you bend over. So now you stretch out, both hands with the towel, keeping your butt up and head almost to the floor as you start to mop up her pee. Except for the little bit right under your face, inches away, which you can't help but lick up, lapping her briny tart urine.
You keep mopping with the towel in long, sweeping strokes, exaggerating the motion of your hips, arching your back, and when you cast a glance back over your shoulder at her, she's staring right where you want her to, mouth open a little in unrestrained arousal, one hand absently stroking her tummy. Abbie's so horny, you laugh softly with delight as you finish cleaning the floor.
Standing, you face her, hold the sopping towel to your nose, and inhale, savoring her bittersweet piss. You hold it out to her and she obediently pushes her nose into the fabric. When she sniffs, her pretty eyelids flutter in bliss, and when you pull it away she's all smiles.
"That's all done," you pronounce, placing the towel in the hamper. "Now for you, we need something a little softer..."
She watches curiously as you reach into a vanity drawer and pull out a plush cloth for removing makeup, her eyes straying back your breasts. You get even closer, lean against her soft warm little body as you reach your arms around her and start the faucet.
You look down to see her head tipped back looking up at you with big confused eyes. She's terribly excited – her body rises and falls against you, you feel her breath panting on your chest. "Gotta let the water warm up," you grin. Her skin feels unbelievably silky against your belly.
Eventually you dip the cloth in the water. She shyly caresses your waist. Where your bodies press close, you can feel her racing pulse. Or is it yours?
You pull back and squat down before her, saying, "Stand wide for me honey, okay?" She complies quickly, and her sweet bare 10 year old slit is right at eye level. It's puffy and deep pink and so sloppy wet you can't tell how much is pee. She sees you staring and her hips twitch.
Starting near her ankle, you take the hot, wet wipe and gently make your way up the inside of her right leg. As you pass above her knee, cleaning away the gamey smell of piss with soft, small strokes, she begins to quiver. Swiping at every exposed inch, you work your way up her inner thigh, rivulet-streaked flesh made innocent again by your knowing touch.
You get within inches of her sweet pink slit, it's even wetter now, and you can't help but stare. She's making these little thrusting motions, unwittingly trying to force you to touch her cunt. But instead you drop down to her left ankle, and deftly start your way back up.
Abbie's breathing hard now, eyes shut, tossing her head around, holding onto the counter for support. Because now her knees are bending every once in a while, she bobs down, her tiny pussy lips part damply, and she's so pink there she's almost red. Little whines escape her mouth every other breath. Her naked little body is squirming with lust, and she doesn't know what it is or what to do about it.
You need to show her. She's so ready, mindlessly horny, nothing but a sexual animal. And even though you use the damp cloth on her smooth flesh with maternal tenderness, inside you feel exactly the same way.
Leaning in, you blow on her overheated little quim. She gasps hugely, her eyes fly open and she looks down on you. You extend a finger and delicately trace her mound.
"This looks sensitive, honey. We need something really soft and wet to clean it."
She nods wildly. Her hair is a mess.
"Do you trust me?"
"Uh-huh..."
"Good," you purr, and nuzzle into the hollow where her thigh meets her pelvis. She makes a surprised grunt. Then you slip down a few inches, and luxuriously begin licking the most tender part of her inner thigh, right where you left off with the cloth. The bitterness of her piss mixes with the sweetness of her childish skin, and there's another flavor, faint, tangy, a little musky. Your pussy throbs as you realize you're tasting her sex for the first time, that she's coated in it.
You switch from thigh to thigh, gradually inching upward, ensuring that she's completely clean, that you've lapped up every drop of her nasty little girl mess.
You can feel the heat radiating from her pussy on your cheek as you close in. The smell of her excitement is stronger than the piss that lingers on her labia. There's no need to be shy now. You rest your nose against her firm little mound, open your mouth, and stroke your tongue through the delicate folds of Abbie's ten year old cunt.
She stiffens at this contact, but she pushes her hips into your mouth, breathlessly saying, "What are you doing??"
She knows what you're doing, so you answer by licking her more, savoring the mixed flavors of piss and sexual secretions, loving the taste of her wet pussy, loving the confused, naive ecstasy she responds with.
Fluttering your tongue lightly over her clit, pea sized and hard as yours, makes her squeal. Exploring her folds with your tongue earns you rhythmic cries with each sharp breath, "Ah! Ah! Ahh! Ah!" And when you probe your tongue into the entrance of her untouched vagina, her hand tangles into your hair holding you there.
You don't know how long you're down there, worshipping this little girl's quim with your mouth. You lose track, it's so heavenly. But suddenly she starts to squirm, pelvis humping against your mouth, her moans climbing in pitch, turning to whines.
She's only ten, can she really cum? You have to find out, so you grind the flat of your tongue hard against the tiny bud of her clit, stroking it over and over again.
With a final, piping cry, Abbie goes rigid, thighs trembling against your cheeks. She's frozen in bliss, not even breathing, for one, long, ecstatic moment, then she slumps against you, heaving, taking great sobbing breaths.
She slides down into your waiting arms, straddling your lap, sweaty face nuzzling your neck, making little pleased sounds. Her hot little puss is pressed to your bare tummy, where you occasionally feel it give a a little bucking spasm. You stroke her bare back from hairline to the base of her cute little butt.
When her breathing slows, you slip a finger under her chin and tilt her face up to yours. Her eyes are half-open, and her mouth, too. She looks at you almost worshipfully, looking so virginal except for the shit smeared across her lips.
You kiss those soft dirty little lips, coaxing her mouth wider, then slipping your experienced tongue into this innocent orifice as well. A little nasty flavor mixes in as your kisses and tongue wipe the poo off her lips. She makes mewling sounds of pleasure, and soon her tongue comes alive and licks and slithers around yours as you plunder her mouth. She can taste her pussy, you're certain of it. Does she love it?
The two of you part, saliva clinging to your lips, and she says, "Thank you, oh my god thank you."
And you reply, "But you're not all the way clean yet, are you?"
She glances back over her shoulder and down and says, "No."
You whisper, "I'm gonna wipe you all clean there now. Stand up, turn around and lean on the towel for me, okay?"
"Okay," she replies, and even though she's still a little woozy, she eagerly obeys your instructions without you having to move at all.
"Honey, stand with your feet really wide for me."
She spreads her stance wider and wider, pushing her plump girlish ass back as she does. "Like this?"
You glance up at the juncture of her legs. Her ass is parted just wide enough that you can see the little pucker of her anus. It's filthy. smeared. Below it, her slick little pussy seems to gleam.
"That's perfect, Abbie," you say, and raise up on your knees toward her dirty butt.
You place a hand on either hip and she's so downy, so soft, trembling. You can smell the poo in her crack as you wrap your lips lovingly around the crease between thigh and ass and wipe the flat of your tongue along it. There's a little of that filthy flavor there, and some pee, just enough to tease.
She makes a little, plaintive noise when you draw back, but purrs gratefully when your hot wet mouth enfolds the crease on her other leg and starts to slowly, gently lick. Glancing out of one eye, you can see the streaks and mess deep in her crack, and it's hard to resist. But you can feel her body starting to rouse again, and you want to help her, want to make this as perfect as the rest.
So you start to trace a line of lush, languishing kisses over the perfect curve of her 10 year old rump, loving her ass with your lips and tongue, nuzzling her warm satiny skin. You caress her little legs, feeling the same suppleness you're tasting. Her body relaxes, she's melting at your touch.
Each time you pass over her crack, you smell how dirty she's been. You're so close you can almost taste it, and you can't hold out any more. Holding her hips firmly, you tell her, "I'm gonna clean you now honey, okay?" She responds with a mewl that sounds like begging. She lifts her innocent butt toward your face.
Your nose bumps her tailbone as you nestle your mouth into the top of her steamy ass crack and start to lick, long cleansing swipes that bring the taste of her sweat, skin and pungent shit into your mouth. You work your way down, being so thorough, savoring every inch, every nasty smear, your cheeks parting her cheeks, quickly closing on the dirtiest, most sensitive part of her.
Every breath she takes now escapes in a long, whining moan.
When the tip of your tongue passes over her rough pucker the first time, you get a burst of filthy flavor and she shudders all over.
Now that you've found the core of her dirtiness, you lose all control. Mouth wide open, you tongue-lash her tender anus and the impossibly soft skin around it, your hands on her cheeks spreading her even wider for your lust-crazed mouth. You find every streak of shit by taste, lapping at it hungry and sloppy until it's completely clean. You stiffen your tongue and scour the wrinkles of her sphincter, devouring every last taste of the nasty do-do she willingly made for you. You feel her anus yield to the force of your tongue, these gratified groans escaping from your open mouth.
Drawing away to catch your breath, you slurp up the drool from your lip and notice one clear drop of fresh pussy juice running down her soft thigh, like a tear.
Oh fuck she's so horny for you, she's never known anything like this before and she fucking loves it. Your own lust goes wild, knowing you won't be refused, and your mind fills only with the thrill of fucking this sweet little girl.
You slobber over your middle finger and lean back in, and watch from extremely close range as you wiggle that wet fingertip against her taut little girl pucker, easing its way in. She's sooo tight, but you've got her soaked in your spit and your finger slides firmly through her hot, quivering anus and into her rectum. You push until you're buried in her all the way into her...
She's gripping the counter edge so hard her knuckles are white. She's breathing like she's climbing a mountain. Her hips twitch and buck as her anus goes crazy squeezing down on your finger. And then you have to do it. You have to fuck her ass.
Lapping at your violating finger as you draw it back, you ensure it's good and wet when you thrust it back in... and you get to sample the dirty flavor that's inside her. You flick your tongue at her butt hole as you start pumping into her, each stroke getting slicker and hotter, your knuckles bouncing against her soft cheek each time.
She makes a disbelieving cry of joy each time she feels the finger thrust back inside her. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Nnn! Oh!"
You bring your other hand up between her legs and settle it on the delicate slippery flesh of her tiny vagina. It's feverishly warm, and after you stroke your fingers down her slit a few times, you cuddle the pad of your thumb into her folds. Her ten year old clitoris is so small, but so hard and hot there's no mistaking it. You apply pressure and make little circles.
Your finger pounds into her anal canal, hard, deep and steady. You masturbate her wet clit passionately. And all the while your tongue works madly all over her crotch, slathering the small erotic space between your busy fingers. She's writhing now, whining and yowling, as her body gradually stiffens, helplessly responding to the overwhelming pleasure that's building inside her.
Such an innocent girl, now such a willing object for your sexual attention. Too young to know shame, too young to understand the perversions she's eagerly shared with you, too young to know anything but this wild excitement you're giving her in all her naughty places. And that it feels sooo good!
Her body starts to flex and hump, and she groans out, "Nnnnnn do it, please, do it in me, yeah, please, do it, nnnnnn, oh my god ohmygodohmygod"
You keep licking away as she reaches her second orgasm, fingers stopping but still pressing firmly, and this is for real, this is a big girl cummie. She convulses uncontrollably, a little hot piss squirts out against your throat and runs down your chest. She makes squeaky, incoherent noises, barely able to breathe. You pull your head back and sit up to admire the result of your ministrations, pretty little Abbie engulfed in orgasm.
As her spasms subside and her knees seem about to buckle, you crook your finger inside her rectum and tug gently, easing her down onto your thighs, leaning her back against your breasts and tummy. You use her free hand to caress the silky skin of her torso, lingering in her belly button and on her excited puffy nipples.
But then you take her throat and tip her chin back, so you can look into her face. Her eyes struggle to open and focus on you as her body is still immersed in the ecstasy coursing through it. Then you slide your finger out of her clinging asshole, bring it around and hold it up in the small space between your faces.
She breathes through her mouth as you bring the stinky finger right up against your nose, inhaling the heady scent of her poo. She makes a babylike cooing noise when your tongue darts out to take just a taste of the pungent flavor smeared all over your finger.
You bring that finger down to her mouth, use your fingertip against her lower lip to open her mouth wider, and then you slide it all the way inside. Gazing at you through half-lidded eyes, Abbie closes her dainty lips around your nasty finger, presses her wet little tongue against it, and begins to contentedly suck.
You beam at her, "Ohh, that's it, you like that don't you babygirl?"
"Mmm-hmmf."
"You're so fun and pretty. You make me want to play with myself. I want to have a cummie like you did. Did you ever have a cummie like that before, honey?"
She grins around your finger and shakes her head, but she doesn't stop sucking.
"Would you like to see me take off all my clothes and use my fingers inside my naughty holes til I have a nice wet cummie?"
Her eyes light up. Big nods. Still sucking. Her tongue is exploring all around your finger now, slithering.
"You finish up your treat and then I'll let you watch me, okay?"
She nods and her mouth opens, and with her tongue still on your finger she says, "Yeah, thow ee how da do id," then lets you watch as she deliberately licks the last of her own poop from your finger.
You help your marvelous naked little darling to her feet, then use the counter to pull yourself up. Your body feels jittery and electric, your panties are sticky. She turns her adorable sweaty body to pick up her clothes.
"You won't need those," you advise.
She looks back over her shoulder at you, then sets them down.
"What we need," you add, smiling, "is to get me out of mine." And with that you reach back and unclip your bra, then shrug it off. As it drops into your hands she stares wide eyed at your tits in open admiration. She reaches up and gives her own undeveloped chest a squeeze.
You move your shoulders back and forth. Her eyes follow avidly. "Not too big, but I like them," you say.
"They're soooo pretty," she coos.
You lean forward and drape your bra on the clothes pile, your nipples just inches away and a little above the ten year-old's eye level. Her breath catches.
"Maybe if you're good, I'll let you touch them."
"Really??"
You grin, "Come on," and take her supple hand, leading her out and down the hall to your bedroom. Once out of the cocoon of privacy afforded by the bathroom, she becomes very self-conscious of her nudity, trying to cover herself with her hands, taking shuffling steps to keep her legs tight together, and glancing around nervously.
"Silly," you chide, guiding her into the bedroom. "You know there's nobody here. My roommate won't be back until Monday. It's just us."
"What if someone looks in? What if somebody sees..."?
You shut the door behind the two of you. "Nobody can see us, nobody can hear us. And no one would ever suspect that two good girls like us would be up to anything so naughty..." You glide a hand over her downy torso while you gently pinch the nipple of your own breast. You're so turned on it feels like lightning - you gasp.
She's mesmerized by your aroused response. Any concerns she may have had have evaporated. You position her next to your dresser, facing the bed, then you back up and sit on the mattress, slipping off your shoes.
"That's why Jenna and Andi and all their friends never get caught. Little girls are good at keeping this secret. They all experiment and play with each other, do anything they want, and no one ever finds out."
"Did you play dirty games when you were little?"
"Mmmm, I sure did. I still do, I love it. That's why I picked you, honey. You're so pretty and sweet, but I could tell you were curious. And I wanted you to feel so good, to show you what it's like, all the things you can get up to, how naughty you can be, and still feel good all over."
You stand and push down your yoga pants, step out of them, while she says, "My cousins never did that kind of stuff. When her friends tickled me, they didn't touch me like that. You made me feel so good and so naughty at the same time. I never did a cummie before, you made me do it with your mouth, cleaning my coochie so nice. And I never knew you could put a finger in my hiney, that it would feel like that."
She's babbling, but her gaze never leaves your body. You skim off your panties, and now that you're completely nude she trails off, distracted. You hold your panties out to her and she takes them obediently, as she focuses intently on your bare cunt.
"Jenna has hair down there, but you don't."
"I like it better this way, so smooth, like a little girl. Like you. It's prettier."
She nods her agreement. "It's so, like, shiny."
"You made me so wet down there. I loved that you let me be there with you, and help you and get you all clean. I got so excited, my coochie wanted me to tickle it really bad. And it gets all wet and slippery then, hoping I'll notice and pet it."
Her hand gives your panties a tentative squeeze, and she says, "Is this just from helping me, or did you pee yourself, too?"
You're arranging yourself on the bed, holding yourself in a sitting position with one arm, heels resting on the edge, knees high. You feel your labia wetly part as you spread your legs wide open for her. You hold your free hand up to your face as a suggestion when you say, "Why not find out for yourself?"
She takes the hint and lifts your soggy panties to her face, sniffs, and gets her first scent of a horny woman's pussy. Her eyelids flutter. She presses them right to her tiny nose and inhales deeply. She lowers them just a bit and looks at you - or, more accurately, at your spread cunt, the source of that musky smell.
"You didn't pee in these at all," she reports, and then is unable to resist pressing your nasty undies right back against her nose and mouth and sniffing again. You trace your hand over your tingling breast, then stroke down your flat tummy to your steamy wet quim.
As you start to gently stroke and gratify yourself, she observes you intently, and knowing she's watching every move of your fingers through the folds of your slick pink pussy only makes the surges of pleasure you feel more intense. You muse how innocently she's taking in all these new experiences. To her it's all just girly secrets and exciting nudity and the sheer ecstasy of her young body. She has no idea how perverted this is and doesn't care, and you shudder watching this naked child as she watches you and blissfully nuzzles your panties.
"Your coochie must've really wanted you to pet it," Abbie says, sniffing again. You start to climb this wave of sexual delight and your body instinctively falls into a fuck rhythm, pushing your sloppy pussy against your pleasuring fingers, demanding more. Your thighs quiver, you feel the sensation of your anus rubbing the coverlet, and you notice through your half-opened eyes that her little hips are mirroring yours, her free hand strokes up and down her smooth tummy.
Shakily she says, "I think my coochie wants me to pet it."
With that, suddenly your breathing gets ragged and you're out of control, hips lifting off the bed as you soar into a sexual frenzy, all your pent-up arousal gathering and gathering tighter and tighter and she's watching you, look at her with her big eyes and her open mouth and your panties near her chin she sees you she smells you and she loves it...
Your orgasm erupts from deep in your cunt and grips you in ecstasy. You buck uncontrollably, your arm slips and you fall on your back, still fondling yourself for her greedy gaze.
As you twitch your way to completion, you struggle through the waves of joy pulsing in you to twist so you can see your little angel. You cup your tender pussy with both hands and smile at her.
She's in awe. She stands next to your dresser, one hand tentatively between her legs, middle finger rubbing back and forth in tiny strokes through her delicate folds. You're not even sure she knows she's touching herself this way. Her eyes are on you, stunned and pleased, as she holds your panties almost possessively to her throat.
Then you see her little pink tongue dart out and lick the gusset of your underpants, and another contraction wrenches its way through you.
"Did you just have a cummie?" she asks.
"Mmm yeah, honey," you reply, pushing yourself back into a sitting position. "But you know what? I think I want another."
She lowers the undies, smiles and nods.
"Oh you'd like that, huh?"
"Yeah," she giggles, girlish but eager. She seems to notice her fingers on her vagina for the first time, and glances down to confirm the feeling, then gently removes her hand. She looks at you with a little guilt on her face.
"It's okay. I wanted to touch myself there the whole time I was tickling you."
"Really?"
It's your turn to nod. "And since you did so many special things for me, I'm gonna have a special cummie, just for you."
She smiles.
"But I'll need something to have that special feeling," you say, leaning toward the nightstand.
"Really? What is it?"
You open the drawer, knowing her real show is about to begin, and say, "Here, I'll show you..."
Going by feel, your hand passes over your buttplug - no need to scare the girl - and rummages around until it touches on the small familiar shape of your favorite vibrator. You take it from the drawer and hold it out to her.
"It's a special toy for grownup girls," you explain.
She studies its shape, fascinated. "Does it go in your butt hole? Or do you tickle your coochie with it?"
You see it in a new light. "It could be used for either, I suppose," You say. "But it's made especially for tickling a girl's little pussy."
"That what Jenna calls hers, a pussy," she informs you. "How does it tickle?"
"Come here," you say. She sidles shyly toward you, hands behind her back. You twist the vibe's base and it buzzes to life. Your clit tingles at the sound, you feel your wetness drooling out of your vagina, leaking down over your pucker.
She smiles slightly at the sound, but then you say, "Here's how it feels," and hold the humming toy to the tip of her nose. She gasps and blinks in delighted surprise at the sensation, a thrilled open mouthed smile, and after a second she draws back, giggling.
"It does tickle!" she exclaims.
You get yourself back into position, fully displaying yourself to her, as you say, "I'll show you how it works."
"Okay."
You bring the vibe down to your quim, her gaze following. You tell her, "A girl's pussy has different spots, and they'll give you different feelings. But it's all really good, and every little girl does it."
You demonstrate for her, touching the vibe to yourself as you explain. "I rub my lips first, like this.... It gets me wetter and wetter, and then - mmm - I'm ready to go deeper."
Lowering one leg for balance, you bring your other hand around and spread yourself open for her. "I like to play around the opening of my vagina, ahhh, like this." It's difficult to keep talking, but you want her to learn pleasure from you, and trust you to teach her more. "Then, when I'm ready, I move up to the best part, my little clittie."
Abbie's reaching between her own legs again, absently fondling herself. Her other hand holds your panties next to her cheek.
"Yeah, sweetie, that's it. You can play along."
"I can't help it."
"You don't have to. Your clittie's a little bump, it gets hard when you're excited, and it's right up... here... Ohhh, mmm, it's the best feeling, the best. Do you feel if?"
"Ooooo... Ah! Unh, uh-huh, ooh, I found it." Her hair falls over her face as she bends down to see what she's doing, or what it's doing to her. Her little flat hips thrust gently into her hand. Then she tosses her head back, eyes closed and mouth slack in a look of mindless bliss.
For a moment there's no sound but the vibe that's sending luscious pulses into your quim, and the slick noises as she happily plays with her excited immature cunt. You're glad you already had a little cum to take the edge off, because watching this naked ten year old fuck herself while you openly masturbate in front of her is the hottest thing you've done in a long time. You tease yourself with your vibrator, edging close, then backing off to somewhere a little less sensitive. You want this to last until you just can't stand it.
She takes a sharp breath and comes back to herself. She continues to fondle between her legs. "Nnnn, it's so good, so good... all I wanna do is touch it more."
"You should. We'll both touch it more..." you sigh, the vibrator playing against your pleasure center. You meet her eyes and you each watch the other engaging in the naughtiest self-gratification.
"I think... I think I could make a cummie this way..."
"Oh honey you will. Your cousins are right - pet your pussy whenever you can. Soon you'll get a cummie - ahhh - every time."
She drops the panties, and uses her newly freed hand to reach behind her, but her other continues to stroke and play right where it is. "What about my hiney? How do I make cummies there?"
"You wanna see that?"
"Oh, please!"
And you find yourself climbing up on the bed and turning over before you really even think about it. How can you deny her anything? While you arrange yourself, you ask her, "Do you know what it's called, what you're doing right now?"
She watches you turn, everything you reveal, and between her legs her hand moves more brazenly. "Ummm... Tickling?"
You get into the same position you were in on the bathroom floor, on your widespread knees, face down on the bed so you can use both hands. Except here on the bed, both of your most intimate holes are right at the curious ten year old's eye level. She focuses on your exposed vagina and anus with unabashed sexual interest.
"It's called masturbating, honey." You twist to smile back at her, your cheek resting on the bedspread. "When you tickle your coochie because it's all wet and wants petting, that's masturbating. When you rub your pucker, or put your finger up inside your butt hole because you want the good feelings in there, that's masturbating, too."
"Masturbating," she repeats with wonder, like it's a magic word.
"In fact," you purr, snaking both hands between your legs, "every older girl you know masturbates. Your teacher, your cousin's pretty friends, even your Mommy."
You stroke the tender skin of your inner thighs, buzzing the vibe against your mound, calling her attention there. It's no challenge, curiosity and horniness draw her in. "In private, in secret, they all pull down their panties and give in to their needy wet pussies. And they all love it."
Abbie blushes furiously at these new thoughts, face practically glowing with heat. Her second hand joins the first on her pussy, fumbling over one another to give more play, more pleasure.
You run your fingers deliciously through your soaking, swollen labia and bring the vibrator into position, hovering. "They get naked and masturbate themselves, and have those special naughty feelings, just like we're doing now."
Her hips buck a little. "You mean together? Like us?"
You shrug a shoulder to your chin. "Some of them. Like your cousins and their little friends. There's a hundred naked sleepovers happening every night. And some girls never stop having them..." With this thought you push the vibe against the hood of your excited clit, and instantly you're so full of bliss you just can't talk anymore.
She swings a leg up and folds it kneeling on the bed, spreading her little legs wider, leaning in closer to watch you masturbate. Your hands stroke your pussy urgently, obeying the demands of the deep sexual animal that's taking control of you.
You're aware that she's fidgeting around, inching closer, but you're so caught up in your own sensations you don't really notice.
Then she says, "I can smell you," and you feel her breath on your hands. You raise your lids just enough to see her poised between your legs. She's straddling the edge of the bed and instinctively humping it, her fingers deliciously trapped between her quim and the mattress. "Nn, uhn, I can smell your coochie... mmmm, I can smell your butt hole..."
She inhales, humps harder.
"It's like your panties, only better." And you know she's seeing your pussy and asshole from inches away, and that just makes you hotter.
Then you feel the tip of her tongue lick your hand, and seconds later she goes, "Uh! Uh! Ohmygod now!" and you feel the convulsions through the bed as she has her first self-induced orgasm. After a few violent bucks, she pitches forward and her nose and mouth mash firmly into the back of your thigh just below the curve of your ass, and you feel every panting, damp breath, every whine and sigh, her dainty lips brush your skin.
You edge higher and higher, it's a plateau of sensual delight as you feel her cum against you, and you find yourself unable to resist giving your cunt the most gratifying play. Your orgasm's building, but it's not here yet. You can make it better.
Leaving the vibe in place, you move one hand out and around your hip, saying, "Sweetie, sweetie watch me."
You draw your finger enticingly over the soft flesh of your rump. She shifts, following, resting her cheek on your ass cheek. Looking down between your knees, you can see she's still languidly playing with herself. You run your finger up and down your sweaty ass crack, savoring the feelings as you close on your aching rosebud.
"Mmm, tickle it," she tells you, and you comply for her, teasing your pucker that's stretched taut by your position. It's positively luscious, and you ease back on the vibrator so you can really experience it, luxuriously caressing your asshole under her watchful gaze.
Then with a bit of a naughty edge, she says, "Masturbate it."
You chuckle softly, stiffen your finger, and press it to that dirty entrance. It goes in slightly, but you're not as lubed as you thought you'd be from all that pussy juice. So you say, "Just a sec, it needs to be wetter," and bring your finger up to your mouth, licking and sucking to get it ready. It feels good to have something in your mouth again. You recall your tongue on her pussy, and her little ass.
As you're doing this, she shifts again, but your eyes are closed in reverie as you suck your finger. You feel her warm little hands settle on your ass cheeks, and gently push them apart. You quiver when you feel her breath in your crack, and suddenly, electrically, there's the sensation of Abbie's wet, hot, ten year old tongue, tenderly licking your asshole. You picture it, innocent wet pink against naughty dusky brown.
"Oh yes, yes honey yes... so good, lick it..." you gurgle around your finger before you pull it free. "Make it nice and wet for me, just like that, Oh! just like that."
She's changed her rhythm, stiffening her tongue and really slathering in every little wrinkle, even causing your anus to part slightly. You know she's tasting the earthy flavor of your ass, of your last poo, of your filthiest self. Your mind soars when you realize that's why she's licking so enthusiastically. You bring the vibe back to your vulnerable, desperate clit, and start masturbating wildly. Yes, like this. Yes, now, with her loving your anus.
But disappointingly her mouth pulls away. You can't see what she's doing, only hear a smacking sound like she's licking her lips.
"You like that?" you whisper.
"Mm-hmm," she replies. "And this."
Her slim little finger slips easily up your anus and into your rectum. Your sphincter instinctively clutches down on her intruding digit, which only make the erotic sensations even stronger. She moves inside you, probing, exploring. All you can do is pant, pressing the vibe just to the side of your clit.
Her finger moves, drawing back. It's so small, so delicate as it strokes through your pucker. Then, just before her fingertip leaves, she forces it back in, as deep as it will go. Your anus squeezes again, making you squirm, and as it relaxes, she does it again. Out and back in. You choke back a cry of overwhelming pleasure.
Her motions become a rhythm, and this nude little girl is kneeling behind your exposed body, leisurely finger fucking your asshole. It's so dirty, so perverted, so perfect. Your hand comes to life with the vibrator, moving it back and forth over your love button in time with her thrusts. Between the aggressive hum of the vibe and the waves of anal bliss she's creating, you twist and writhe in mindless joy.
You're so close, so close, and you hear yourself saying, "More, baby, please. Use more fingers, use more, fill me up."
You feel a second finger push up your dirty tight ass, and after a few delicious thrusts, a third. And now she's stretching you, now you feel your sphincter rhythmically pulse and flex, feel her inside your rectum. As she pleasures you anally it feels a little like you're pushing out an endless, wonderful shit.
Your pussy's urgent delight grows until it seems to fill every nerve not consumed by the thrilling sensations in your ass. And then like lightning you cum, oh yes fuck oh yes oh my god you cum, you cum like an eruption, you cum so fucking hard it's so fucking good, pumping your hips and convulsing from the orgasmic power of vibe and fingers, clit and rectum, your little girl's willingness and your big girl lust.
You're normally quiet and demure, but you hear whimpering and realize it's you. You thrash and sweat, and gradually settle into this glowing cloud of sexual bliss. You feel her fingers tenderly retreat from your shivering asshole. You drop the vibe and she solicitously reaches down and, after a second of fumbling,turns it off.
You meltingly slide forward until you're flat on your tummy, catching your breath. Then you curl like a satisfied cat onto your side, drawing up your legs and bending to look at your naked ten year old lover.
Abbie's still on her knees, grinning. She's alternating from hand to hand, taking turns between sniffing and sucking the fingers that have been in your ass, or luxuriously swiping your sticky, dripping vibrator with her tongue.
She notices you looking, pauses, and gives you a grin that can only be described as wicked. "You taste so good," is all she can say, then she goes back to tasting what came from your nastiest places and shows you how much she likes it.
Eventually, the flavor runs out, and she sets down the vibrator and looks at you with complete admiration. She smiles slightly and tries to say something, but just sighs.
"You wanna cuddle with me, honey?"
"Ooo!" she responds, and she practically leaps toward you. In a flash she's nestled her warm firm little butt against your pelvis and the sweet silky flesh of her back rubs up against your tender nipples. You wrap and arm over her and spoon, kissing her hair, feeling her breathe. Your most perverted fantasy has come true, and it feels completely natural, healthy, beautiful.
"You're smelly," she murmurs.
This rouses you slightly. "Should I take a shower?"
"No, no, I like it." She cuddles into your body, and it's almost enough to get you hot again.
"You want to spend the night with me?"
"In bed with you? Naked? Snuggling?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
She giggles, takes your wrist, and pulls your arm more tightly around her.
You sigh, and the two of you get quieter. Then you feel the liquid warmth of her tongue slowly and delicately licking your hand, your naughty fingers.
She pauses and softly says, "If you have to potty in the middle of the night, wake me up. Especially if you have to number two, okay?"
You lift your head and plant a sensual, lingering kiss on her bare shoulder. Then you nuzzle up to her little ear and whisper. "Tonight, yes. And in the morning, too. We have all weekend, honey."