Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2017 11:39:09 -0800 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Pretty Pictures Pretty Pictures By Misty Meadow I'm spending the summer school holidays with my uncle and aunt, in a small village in Hampshire, while my mum is undergoing chemo therapy for her cancer. Dad's too busy to take care of me, so I've been dumped. Fine by me. My aunt and uncle are nothing like my mum and dad, who are prudish, to put it mildly. They never allow any talk about sex in our house and should even mild eroticism appear on TV, the channel is promptly changed. They were too embarrassed to offer me any kind of sex education which is I why I found a book in the library and had to read it secretly. They would've been outraged if they'd caught me. I often wonder how I came to be; they must have fucked, unless I'm a test tube baby or adopted. I kinda hope that I am, adopted I mean, because then I wouldn't have their genes. Mum goes bananas if I flash my knickers. Let's face it, little girls like me are always showing off their undies, usually carelessly, but I do it deliberately. Boys my own age don't seem to be all that interested in my underwear, but adult men certainly are. They pretend not to look, sneaking glances as I pretend not to notice them. It's a kind of instant unspoken agreement between us, quite thrilling. It's Saturday morning and I'm bored. I go into the den where mu uncle's PC sits on the desk. I press the space bar and his start page lights up. His wallpaper is a picture of a girl of about ten years or so, who's wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy pink knickers. She's standing against a plain backdrop, her feet spread, her left hand playing with her nipple, while her right thumb is hooked into her knickers at the hip, dragging them down at one side so that one can almost, but not quite, see her treasure. On her face is a dazzling smile. It's obvious that she's enjoying being photographed. Uncle Julius comes into the den. As usual he's wearing nothing more than a pair of bright blue silk boxers. He says he hates pants and never wears them round the house. "Ah, I see you've met Juliette." "Is that her name? Do you know her?" "No, she's a girl who's all over the internet if you know where to look. Isn't she pretty?" "Pretty? She's adorable! Oh, Juliette, just another inch, please! Look at that happy smile." "Wanna see some more of her?" He sits down in his expensive leather office chair and without waiting for an answer, opens a file and clicks through a couple of dozen pictures of the same girl and in each one she's dressed in skimpy knickers, sometimes with a matching top, always provocatively posed, always wearing that eager smile. "Each of these is from a different album and each album has twenty or thirty or so pictures, so I downloaded the best one from each album. There must be hundreds, maybe thousands of pictures of her floating around. I've fallen in love with her." "Don't be silly, Julius," I say. (I've long since stopped calling him "uncle".) "She's just a kid." "But a very sexy kid, you must agree." I feel his hand on the back of my thigh, sliding higher and higher under my dress, until he caresses the cotton of my knickers over my bum. He's being a bit cheeky, if you'll pardon the pun, but I don't mind. I really like Julius. He's one of those men who likes to look up skirts and he never misses an opportunity to look up mine. But it's okay, anyone can look up my skirt if they want to. He's harmless. I lean against him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Is he looking at Juliette again," says my Aunt Lydia, coming into the room. "He's starting to get obsessed with her." It doesn't seem to bother her that Julius has his hand up my dress. "But she's so beautiful," I say in his defense. "I have to agree," says Lydia. "She manages to look sweetly innocent and sexy at the same time." "Kinda like you, Misty," he says, looking up at me. "She's way prettier than I am." "I don't think so," he counters. "She's probably a year or so younger, with more of a `little girl' look. You're eleven, nearly at puberty, beginning to really blossom." His eyes run up and down my body. "He's right," says Lydia. "You're sexier than she is and your smile is just as lovely. We love you, Misty and that's why we're so happy for you to stay the whole summer." "Just as adorable and even sexier," says Julius. Lydia nods in agreement. "We should take some pictures of you," she says, "to give my husband someone else to obsess about." He chuckles. "How about it, Misty?' he asks. "How would you like to pose for us?" "In my undies, like Juliette?" "Of course," they chorus. Suddenly I find the idea exciting. I could pose just like her. "I don't have anything like the range of undies that she has." "We could always buy you more," says Lydia. "Okay then," I say. "When do you want to do this?" "Now!" they say, in unison. "Where?" "In the living room against the floor to ceiling dark curtains that will contrast nicely with your fair skin," says Julius. "And in the garden in bright sunlight." "Let's do it!" I say, skipping out into the living room. Julius follows with an expensive looking camera in his hand, with Lydia right behind. I go to the window and pull the curtains closed. I pull a chair over and sit on it with my knees slightly parted, just enough for an upskirt view. Julius aims the camera and starts taking pictures. "Hold on," I say, "I haven't even got my dress off yet." But the flash goes off every few seconds as I lift my legs, one at a time to take my ankle socks off, "Catching you in the act of undressing," says Lydia, "might turn out to be the sexiest part of the whole album." I stand and unbutton my dress from bottom to top, then spread it wide for the benefit of the camera, then shrug it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I begin adopting some of Juliette's poses, standing, squatting, sitting, lying on the floor with my legs up in the air, and finally, I remember Julius's wallpaper. I stand facing the camera and pull the side of my knickers down. "Yes!" he breathes. "Further!" says Lydia. "Further!" I glance down and my treasure is not quite visible. "Go on," she insists, "just a bit further." I push down, until my arm is straight. "Oh, that's perfect. We can just see your cunt." I'm a bit shocked at her use of the "C" word and surprised that she's so eager to see it. I thought it was only men who like looking at girls' private parts. "Oh, my God!" she gasps. "Stunning!" says Julius. "Perfect! You're a star, Misty." "Take `em all the way off," says Lydia. "Let's see you in the nude." I was hoping she would ask that so I let my knickers fall and step out of them. The camera flash goes off every few seconds. "Sit on the chair and spread your legs. Oh, that's delicious! Now lie on the floor and raise your right knee. Excellent! Now let's get really naughty. I want you to kneel on all fours facing away from the camera. Yeah, like that, but lower your upper body and look back and smile at the camera. Oh, my God, that's so sexy!" I think about how outraged my mother would be if she could see me now. "I think we have enough for the moment," Julius says. "Let's download this lot into the computer and see what we've got." Lydia picks up my knickers and we all go back to the den. Julius connects the camera to the computer, downloads the pictures and starts a slide show. We stand either side of his chair and stare at the screen. I have to confess I'm impressed. Perhaps I'm not quite so sweetly innocent as Juliette, but I think I look just as sexy, and the naked shots are extremely naughty. The final shot of my rear end shows off my treasure and my little brown rosebud to perfection. Although Julius's attention seems to be riveted to the screen, his hand manages to find my bum and caress it again. I look down and see there's a significant bulge in his boxers. "A fucking porn star!" Julius murmurs. Lydia takes my knickers and pulls them over Julius's head. I giggle as he presses the white cotton against his face and inhales deeply. "Oh, I love sniffing knickers!" he says. "He sniffs mine," she says. "Sometimes he even wears them." I have a hard time picturing him in knickers. "So who's gonna see these pictures besides us?" I ask. "Depends," says Julius. "How many people would you like to see them?" "Anyone. Anyone except my Mum. She'd freak out. She throws a fit if I even flash my knickers in public. I do that a lot just to piss her off." They smile. "Apart from her, the more the merrier." "We could put them on the internet," says Lydia. "Not the nude ones," says Julius. "They're child porn, highly illegal." "Just the ones in her undies, then," Lydia says, "but we don't really have enough. Let's go out to the garden and take some more." Julius pulls my knickers off his head and hands them to me. We head out through the kitchen to the garden as Lydia goes off to find a blanket. I sit on the patio steps and pull my knickers on up to my knees. He takes more pictures as I stand and pull them all the way up, as high as they'll go, knowing that they'll form a perfect camel toe. Lydia spreads the blanket under the shade of a big tree and I start posing again. Although it doesn't feel as naughty as being naked, the idea that people all over the world will see me like this leads me to adopt lewder and lewder poses including some handstands. Of course, if these pictures are going to be on the internet, my knickers have to stay on, but the smile on my face is real; I'm having a wonderful time. After about twenty more pictures, Julius announces that we have enough. As I step off the blanket, Lydia is sitting on the steps of the patio and I pause in front of her. She puts her hands on my hips and looks at my knickers, then up at me. "My knickers are wet, Misty. How about yours?" As Julius watches, smiling, as she runs her hand between my legs. "Mmm, I thought so, slightly damp. You need to put on clean ones." She pulls my knickers down and I step out of them. Her face is just inches from my cunt. She leans forward and places a kiss on my bald mound, just above my treasure. I'm astonished. She never given any indication that she's into little girls. I'm also amazed that Julius just stands there, a grin on his face, his erection tenting his underpants. "There's no hurry. You can hang about in the nude if you like. Actually, we'd prefer it, wouldn't we, Lydia?" "Definitely! In fact why don't we all get naked, so that Misty won't feel uncomfortable." Actually, I'm about as comfortable as I've ever been, but I'm not about to argue. We go into the living room and I watch as Lydia takes her dress off over her head. She's not wearing a bra and her small tits are nice and firm. She looks over to Julius. "Hey, lover boy, come over here and take my knickers off. Get down on your knees and pull them down with your teeth." He grins, drops to his knees and, with some difficulty, manages to drag them down her legs. Her pubis is shaved as bald as mine. He stands. "My turn," says Lydia, kneeling, tugging at the loose leg of his boxers with her teeth until they, too, fall, allowing his cock to spring out. "Oh, just look at that puppy," she says, gazing at it. "Six inches of hot cock just for me." She looks across to me as I stare, transfixed at the first adult cock I've ever seen that's stiff. I never imagined it would be that big. "Ever watch a girl suck a cock?" she asks me. Speechlessly, I shake my head. "You've probably got a lot to learn about sex," he said. "We can help you with that. Now, my darling wife, how would you like me to cum? In your mouth or on your face?" "Preferably up my cunt," she says lewdly, "but for Misty's sake, we need a visual effect. Take the camera, Sweetheart and take pictures. Try to catch the moment he splatters my face." My head is spinning what with all these new experiences. I've heard of cocksucking but never imagined I'd get to see it. I'm only eleven. Lydia takes hold of the base of his cock and puts her lips round the head. She strokes back and forth, moving her hand and mouth simultaneously and Julius closes his eyes and throws his head back. I suddenly remember I have a job to do and begin clicking the camera. He starts breathing hard and then gasps and thrusts his hips forward. Lydia leans back letting his cock slide from her mouth and aims it at her face, not six inches away. I'm clicking the shutter as fast as I can, as an arc of semen shoots from his cock on to her face, then another and another. Ultimately, five or six big blobs of creamy white cum cover her face and drip from her chin. She looks at me. "Did you get it?" "Yes, I got it all," I reassure her. Julius takes hold of his still stiff cock and uses it like a paint brush to spread his cum evenly over her face and she willingly submits to it, seeming to enjoy the humiliation. Finally she takes over, grips it again and puts it back into her mouth, cleaning him up as it softens. "I'm sorry I came so fast," he says, "but having Misty watch us sent me over the top." "I can usually make him last ten or fifteen minutes if I'm careful," she tells me. "We like to make it last. Ah, look at Mr. Happy. He's not so cheerful now, is he? See how he's drooping. It'll be at least half an hour or so before he cheers up again. That's what I like about being a woman. We can cum and cum all night long; well not all night, but several times in a row. Do you cum yet, Misty?" After this uninhibited display of raw sex, I feel comfortable sharing my secret. "Not exactly. I do finger myself at night in bed and it feels marvelous, but I never actually have the kind of climax that I've read about." "What've you been reading?" asks Julius, putting his boxers back on. "A sex education book I got from the library." "So you know the basics, then," says Lydia. "We'll teach you the finer points," says Julius. "Foreplay, masturbation techniques, gay sex, kinky stuff," says Lydia. "Anal sex," says Julius, "though you're not quite ready for that, and watersports." I look at him questioningly. "Pee pee games," he explains. "You know, golden showers." "He loves being peed on," says Lydia. "I'm gonna download these pics and then I'm gonna take a shower," he says, shuffling off. "Oh my darling Misty," Lydia breathes pulling me down on to the couch and putting an arm round my shoulders. "I hope we haven't shocked you with our outrageous behaviour." "It's okay," I say. "I have to say I'm surprised at what you both did, after all I'm only eleven and I'm not supposed to see things like this." "Not in polite society, but we're free spirits, Julius and I, uninhibited by cultural rules and laws. We do what the fuck we want. Julius is into little girls and I like having sex with women and we give each other the freedom to express ourselves. I think everyone should be like us." "Even me?" "Especially you. I think it'd be a good idea if later on, when Julius has recovered, you watch us while we fuck. That way, when it comes your turn to have sex, you'll know what to do and there won't be any surprises. What d'you think?" I can hardly believe I'm hearing this. They want me to watch them fuck? Holy shit! Outlandish as it is, the idea is exciting. "I'll watch if you like," I assent. "Good girl, now lean down and suck on my left tit. Oh, that feels marvelous!" My fingers play with her right nipple, and I can tell she's getting aroused. I'm amazed at how easy it is to excite her. She spreads her legs and remembering how good it felt when she put her hand on my cunt, I reach down and spread her cunt lips with my fingers. I see exciting folds of pink flesh inside and determine to explore it more fully later. In response, she puts her hand on my cunt again and presses a finger into me. "Has your cherry been popped?" she asks. "Months ago, with a carrot." She laughs. Julius comes back from the den, still holding the camera. "Oh, look at that!" he gushes. "Two sexy girls being nice to each other." He aims the camera and takes half a dozen shots as Lydia's finger pumps in and out of me and I suck hard on her nipple. "You've recovered fast," Lydia remarks. "No, I'm still wiped out, but that doesn't stop me taking pictures that I know I'll be wanking to later on." "He wanks a lot," Lydia confides in me. "He sits in the den with the door shut, looking at all his little girls on the computer and wanks himself silly." "How do you know, if the door's shut?" "I do the laundry. I count the cum stained handkerchiefs, sometimes several a day." "Don't you mind?" I ask. "Shouldn't he be saving himself for you?" "Oh, don't worry, he still has enough sexual energy to fuck me twice or more times a day. He's a very randy guy." "Time for lunch," Julius announces. "You girls can finish each other off later." _________________________________ We dress for lunch. I don't mean formally, like we're aristocrats or something, we just put clothes on. I'm wearing clean knickers, this time pale blue with white trim. I'm allowed to have a glass of wine, watered down, but it makes me feel like they're treating me like an equal. During the meal, I ask Lydia what a cock tastes like. "Not like anything much, as long as it's clean. Just like skin I suppose." I lick my forearm. "But a hard cock might taste of precum, or even stale cum from his last orgasm." She goes on to explain what precum is and how fresh cum tastes slightly bitter and salty. "But you can grow to like it. It's an acquired taste. I love it!" "Is she thinking what I'm thinking?" asks Julius. "You mean does she want to suck your cock?" They both look at me, eyebrows raised. "Absolutely. I wanna do everything. All the stuff you guys do." "Great!" says Julius. "And you can take photographs of it, Lydia, if that's okay with you, Misty." "I think you know how much I like having my picture taken." "Let's go to the bedroom," Lydia says. "I'll take the camera and record it all for posterity." "What's posterity?" I ask. "Wanking," says Julius. In the bedroom, he strips down to his silk boxers, already tented by his cock and lies on his back on the bed. I quickly undress, pausing to let Lydia shoot me in my clean knickers, then having removed them, lie beside him naked except for my white ankle socks. "Take hold of it," Lydia commands. I put my hand in the fly of his underpants and fish it out. It seems even bigger than when she sucked it earlier. "Give it a few gentle strokes to warm him up." It doesn't look like he needs any warming up. He lies with his fingers locked behind his head, looking down at me. His cock is like an iron bar covered with velvet. I'm fascinated by the sight of his foreskin sliding up and down, revealing then covering the head, which soon glistens with moisture. Lydia works the camera, moving in close. "Give it a quick lick," she advises and I lower my head, put out my tongue and lick it. Slightly bitter, but not unpleasant. "Hold it at the base and see how much you can get into your mouth. Don't let it touch the back of your throat or you'll gag. It's a reflex and guys don't like it. Open wide and keep your teeth from touching it." "She's doing fine, Lydia," he says. I bob my head up and down in time with my fist. "From time to time, just keep your lips round the head and tickle it with your tongue. Slide his foreskin as far forward as it'll go and push your tongue under it, then swirl around the head. That drives him crazy." "Oh, fuck, you sexy little darling! My God, you're good at this!" The camera flash goes off every few seconds. "You can take it out of your mouth from time to time if you want to talk to him." I lift my head. "Talk to him? About what?" "Tell him how handsome he is and how much you love his cock and let him know whether you want him to cum in your mouth or somewhere else. Ask him if you're pleasing him and what else would he like you to do. Encourage him to cum. Call him `Daddy'. He likes that, when I pretend I'm a little girl. Use a lot of dirty words. Guys like that from little girls." "Any minute now, Misty," he croaks. "Cum on her face," Lydia urges. "I wanna catch the shot, just like she did." "Yeah, cum for me, Daddy," I urge. "Her I cum!" he yells and I lift my head and close my eyes. I feel three or four spurts of warm cum on my cheeks and across my smiling mouth, then I open my eyes. He pushes my hand off his cock and takes over with a last few rapid stokes, then milks it allowing a final blob to emerge from the end. I lick it off. Yes, slightly salty, but I could grow to like it. "Fucking awesome, Daddy!" I say, looking at his flushed face. He grins at me. "Oh, you sweet little fucking whore!" he says, kindly. "You darling slut!" I laugh, taking it as a compliment. "You dirty little slut, you fucking cocksucker, I think I'm falling in love with you." "Lust," Lydia corrects. "Not love. Just lust, lust for little girls. Anyway, you love me and later, you're gonna fuck me, aren't you?" "With Misty watching?" "With Misty watching." "Just as soon as I recover, say fifteen minutes?" "You'll never get hard again in fifteen minutes." "Today I will. The idea of having Misty watch us is getting me excited already. Why don't you two girls have a little fun while we're waiting for Mr. Happy to wake up?" "Good idea," says Lydia. "Lie on your back next to Daddy and spread your legs." I'm more than happy to comply. She kneels between them and leans in, inhaling deeply to catch the aroma of my cunt, then places a kiss on it. The next second, I'm suddenly transported to heaven as her tongue goes to work on my little slit, my girly cunt, probing, licking, flicking my clit, then sucking it between her firm lips. Waves of pure lust sweep through my body. I never imagined that I could feel this good. "Now that's what I call a beautiful sight," Julius murmurs. "My wife eating my niece's pussy. What could be sexier? Go for it, Lydia my darling, make our little girl cum and then cum again. Where's the fucking camera? Ah, here it is." The flash goes off half a dozen times. "Great! I've got some classic shots. Jesus! Look what it's done to my cock! It's like an iron bar!" Lydia lifts her head and looks at it. "Holy shit, Daddy!" she says, "It's rock hard again already. We don't wanna waste it, do we?" "Climb on then." Oh, my God! I'm about two watch two people fucking! This is going to be awesome! I stare as Lydia straddles his hips. "Guide his cock into me," she orders. I'm only too willing to oblige. I take hold of its base and position the tip at the gates of heaven and as soon as Lydia feels it touch her, she lowers herself down on to it. The sight of it, six long fat inches sliding into her, sets my heart beating wildly. She bobs up and down, letting it move in and out like a piston. I can see from the expression on their faces that something wonderful is happening. I imagine she feels as good as I did moments ago when she was licking me. "Fuck me, Daddy!" she calls. "Fuck my brains out!" "Look, Misty!" he says. "Look at my cock going in and out of her cunt. Doesn't that look amazing? It slides so easily because, thanks to you, she's nice and wet, dripping wet, actually. You tuned her up nicely for me." "Cum up my cunt, Daddy," she groans. "Not yet, my love. I've already cum twice today and it might take a while to reach another orgasm." "Wanna take a break?" "No, no. Don't stop. Ride me, Cowgirl. Hey, Misty, kneel behind her, reach round and go to work on her tits. She likes that. Run you palm over her nipples. See how they stand out? Now pinch them. Hard! She likes a little pain." "Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna cum," she groans. "Yeah, cum for us, baby!" he calls, thrusting upwards with his hips. "Fuck!" she groans. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, yes! Aaaah! Mmmm! Pheeeew! Oh, God I'm cumming!" She lets out a huge whoosh of air then collapses on his chest. Julius stops lunging and hugs her tight. "You're a lovely fuck," he murmurs in her ear. "I'd like to spend the rest of my life with my cock up your cunt, but there's a little girl who needs my attention." Lydia rolls off him. "Help yourself, Misty, jump on," she says. I climb on top of him, take hold of his cock and press it against my slit, then let my weight fall on it. I'm surprised at how easily it goes in, but then my cunt is as wet as it's ever been. About four inches slide inside me until I feel it touch something deep inside me and I know that's as far as it'll safely go. I follow Lydia's example and lift up and down, letting his piston pump into my cylinder and now the sensations I felt with Lydia's tongue are multiplied tenfold. So this is fucking, I think. This is what all the fuss is about. I can see why. It's out of this world. Waves of thrilling joy sweep through my tummy, spread up and out to my whole body, burning me with delicious fire. "Daddy! Daddy!" I cry, "Your cock is driving me crazy! Fuck me! Don't you dare stop! Oh, I'm in heaven." Lydia, having recovered, straddles his face, her back to me and under her butt I can see his tongue attacking her cunt. I wonder what it would be like if he licked mine. Instead of distracting me, the thought sends me over the top and my orgasm explodes, taking me out of this world to some indescribable place of heat and joy and it breaks over me like a huge wave, burying me in a white cascade of lust until I'm washed up on the shore and magically returned to Julius's bed. I open my eyes to discover I'm lying on my back with both of them leaning over me, looking at me anxiously. "Are you alright?" asks Lydia. "You passed out for a moment. I manage to smile. "I came. It was awesome!" They relax. "You won't believe it, but I came, too," he says. "Three times in as many hours. That shows you how fucking powerfully sexy you are, Misty." "You came inside me?" I ask. "I was too far gone to know what was happening." "Hey, we can't waste good cum," says Lydia, sliding down the bed and pressing her mouth to my cunt. I feel her tongue licking inside me and look down to see her big eyes looking up at me adoringly. "I hate to complain," says Julius, "but Misty hasn't yet had the exquisite pleasure of eating your pussy, my darling. I can't wait to see that." "But aren't you all washed out?" asks Lydia. "True, I am, but that won't stop the camera from functioning. Swallow my cum . . ." "I already did." " . . .and lie on your back." Two seconds later my head is between her thighs, my face up against her cunt, my lips pressed against hers and my tongue exploring her sweet flesh. The overpowering odor of her sex is making my head spin. Her grunt and groans fill the room and I can see from the corner of my eye, the camera flash going off, again and again. The end.