Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2017 18:19:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Misty Meadow Subject: Cradle Snatching Cradle Snatching by Misty Meadow I was waiting for my new girlfriend to come over and carry on where we'd left off last night, making passionate love. She was late and I was beginning to panic. What if she didn't come? What if last night's trip to heaven was, to her, just another one night stand, a quickie with someone she'd picked up in a moment of boredom? What if she was now in the arms of some other girl, whispering endearments that she didn't mean, making promises she had no intention of keeping? * * * The previous day, I'd walked into the little wine bar that's just a block down the street to see that there were three customers, two girls whom I knew slightly and a stranger. I was wearing a white tank top and a dangerously short flared skirt. "Nice skirt, Misty," said one of the two acquaintances, smirking. "Any shorter and it'd be a belt." Unfazed, I did a pirouette and the skirt spread out revealing my white briefs. "Fuckin' exhibitionist!" muttered her friend. The stranger was staring at me. "Do that again," she said. I did another quick twirl, this time much faster to make sure my skirt was sufficiently centrifuged, then spun back in the opposite direction to give her a second look. "Do you ever come in here with no knickers on?" she asked, cheekily. "Let me know the next time you're gonna be here and I'll see what I can do," I replied with a grin. I sat on a stool beside her and gave her a look, up and down. She looked back at me and our eyes locked. It was one of those rare moments when you click with a stranger and you know that before the night is out, you'll be strangers no more. Two glasses of wine later, we hurried to my apartment, slammed the door behind us and in less than half a minute we were both naked, our heads between each others thighs, in other words, in heaven. Her name was Bobbi. Just after ten she looked at her watch. "Oh, shit, I didn't realise it was so late. My babysitter will be freaking out. I gotta make a call." She found her phone on the floor in her rumpled clothes, and dialed. "Sorry, I got held up," she said. "I'll be home in ten minutes. I'll pay you extra." Hanging up, she said, "I have a seven year old daughter. Her name is Lola. You'd love her." Would I, I thought? I don't think so. Kids are a pain in the arse and expensive to own and operate, and the less I encounter them the better. Just before she climbed into her clothes, she aimed her phone at me as I lay naked on my bed, one thigh raised to show off my pussy, and took a picture. I asked her to come over the following evening and I'd acquaint her with some sex toys and a nice big double ended dildo that I'd been dying to try out. She gave me a peck on the cheek and left. * * * I was pacing my apartment, getting close to a melt down. All day I'd waited for the moment when I'd see Bobbi again, throw my arms round her and give her a passionate kiss. I'd prepared carefully, taking a long bubble bath with scented salts that left a faint aroma of flowers on my skin and I dressed in a short negligee that was so sheer, I looked like I was surrounded by a cloud of mist. It had no fastening at the front, merely held closed by a belt of the same wispy material. One tug, and my body would be in full view. She was twenty minutes late. The bell rang and I flung the door open. Fuck, what's this? There was Bobbi, in a cute sundress and standing beside her was a little girl wearing a miniature verson of Bobbi's dress. They were holding hands. My euphoria evaporated. How were we gonna make love with her fucking kid hanging around? "Lola, this is Misty, the lady I told you about," Bobbi said to her. "Hi, Lola," I said, forcing a smile. Lola's little face was alight as she looked me up and down. "You look even more beautiful than your picture," she said. Oh, my God, did Bobbi show her that shot she took before she left last night? As I recalled, it was pretty lewd. "Come on in, guys." In the living room they sat on the sofa and I stood, looking at them, wondering how to handle this unexpected situation. "You've got no knickers on, Misty," Lola observed with a grin, staring at my crotch. "I can almost see your wiffy." Now I'd heard a lot of different names for my pussy: "quim", "minge", "snatch", "cootchie", even "gotcha", but "wiffy" was a new one. "Hey, wanna see mine?" Without any warning, she stood up, lifted her dress, trapped the hem under her chin and dragged her white cotton knickers down to her knees. She pushed her hips forward in a lewd pose. That was the moment my life changed forever. It was as though I'd been struck by lightning. I felt as if I'd been kicked in the stomach. My bloodstream filled with adrenaline and my heart started pounding. A wave of pure lust exploded down in my lower abdomen and spread through my whole body, quickly reaching my brain. I looked at her wiffy, just a vertical smile bisecting her prominent mound as she stood, letting me stare at it and suddenly I wanted more than anything else in the world to kiss it. Although she appeared utterly naive and vulnerable, I knew instinctively that she wouldn't refuse me. In a single instant, I'd gone from being an everage law abiding, tax paying lesbian to a raging paedophile, totally knocked out by a seven year old showing off her pussy. Why, I wondered, would a little girl expose her private parts to a total stranger in such a provocative manner? I supposed that the picture of me showing off my own, together with my revealing outfit had removed any inhibitions she had, or was it that her mother had told her more than she should have. "She likes to do that," said Bobbi. "She's a little show-off." "You're adorable!" I whispered, struggling to keep my hands off her. "We might as well take your dress off, Sweetie," said Bobbi, lifting it over her head, "then you don't have to hold it up with your chin." At the same moment, Lola brought her feet together, and her knickers, no longer stretched between her knees, fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them. "Now," she said to me, firmly, "I showed you my wiffy and you have to show me yours. It's a rule." She reached out and tugged the belt of my negligee. It fell open, revealing my whole body, not that it'd been hiding much, anyway. Her face lit up. "Oh, look, you're shaved, just like Mommy." "I feel overdressed," said Bobbi. "Then take your clothes off, Mummy," said Lola, "and we can all be naked together." "She loves being naked, and I kinda like it myself. I'm gonna let you undress me, Misty." This scenario was beginning to be a little bizarre. Undressing Bobbi would normally be quite thrilling, but in front of her seven year old daughter, well, even I, the most uninhibited liberal around, hesitated. Then to me, she added, "Last night you and I were in too much of a hurry. I like to be slowly undressed and do the same to my lover. Go on, Misty, take my dress off." Whatever. If she wanted to get intimate in front of her kid, who was I to complain? Given my new found perversion, this might be interesting. I lifted her dress over her head, tossed it on the couch then I knelt to take her pale blue nylon knickers off, but Lola pushed me aside and dragged them down her mother's thighs. "See her whiffy?" Lola said to me. "It's my own wiffy's best friend." I was trying to puzzle all this out when Bobbi said, "Let's sit down and have a talk." We sat on the couch, Lola between us. "I don't know how you feel about preteens when it comes to sex, but I saw something in your face when she lifted her dress and took her knickers down." "I've never liked kids until now," I responded, "but suddenly she's done something fundamental to me. I'm still trying to get my head round it." Bobbi chuckled. "She set your inner paedophile free," she said. "It's okay, Misty, you wouldn't be the first to be thunderstruck by my daughter. Some of my girlfriends can hardly keep their hands off her, and she knows it. I love my little girl to bits and I don't let convention get in the way. Those who say I shouldn't be intimate with my own daughter have never be tempted by a sweet little angel like her. I've never been able to resist participating in her sexy little games, and she loves it, don't you, my sweet?" I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. My lover was confessing to having incestuous sex with her own daughter. "Come and sit on Mummy's knee, my darling, and do your thing with my boobs." My jaw dropped as I watched this little sex kitten sit across her mother's thighs and started squeezing her tits and when she lowered her head and took a nipple into her mouth, my head was spinning. I was torn between excitement and jealousy. It was a perfect Madonna and Child picture, with religious fervour replaced by incestous lust! "She's inquisitive and whenever she wants to know stuff about her body, or mine for that matter, we discuss it freely. Nothing's off limits and there's no 'inappropriate' touching; to us, it's all appropriate. She likes to explore my wiffy and who am I to refuse her? I've told her how much it excites me and now she wants to touch it all the time. And in the shower, when I wash her all over, and she tells me to make sure her wiffy's perfectly clean, to take my time washing it for her, pushing my soapy finger in, and then do it again just to make sure." I was aghast and strangely thrilled at the same time. "Mummy taught me to masturbate, but I don't cum, yet." Bobbi nodded. "I was fingering myself at her age," she said, "I merely taught her a few techniques." "Her vibrator feels awesome!" Lola offered "but you know what I like best? When I put my fingers in her wiffy, I can get my whole hand inside her!" "Yeah, she fists me. My own seven year old kid likes to fist me. How cool is that?" Ten minutes previously I'd have said, "How disgusting is that? How perverted? How illegal? How damaging to a developing psyche?" but at that moment, the thought of it made my pussy drip. "So when my babysitter bailed on me and I had no choice but to bring Lola with me, I thought that maybe you wouldn't mind." "Mind? Yesterday I'd have said 'don't bother coming' but now, well, what can I say? She's stolen my heart." Lola gave me a dazzling smile and I melted all over again. The heady aroma of sex was filling the room. "Let's go into the bedroom," I said, "before my pussy juice starts staining the sofa." Lola giggled, ran into my room and threw herself on my bed. I had the presence of mind to grab my camera from my desk before following them. I took a quick picture of her as she lay on my bed, her legs parted invitingly. "Oooh, yes, pictures!" Lola enthused. "I love posing for pictures. Mummy takes lots of them. Sometimes I even have my clothes on." "I seem to have lost the battle for your attention, Misty," said Bobbi. I started to mumble an apology, but she stopped me, saying, "It's okay. I understand. If you like my little girl, it brings us closer together." "I never gave a thought about kids until a few minutes ago and now I can't think about anything else." "Take another picture," Lola cried, lifting her kness up beside her head to show off both her body orifices. I took several. "Jesus," I murmured to myself, "I'm a fucking child pornographer." "Yeah, but we're not gonna tell, are we, Lola? Gimme the camera and let me take some picture of you with her." I threw myself on the bed beside the smiling little girl and folded her in my arms. Our upper bodies were pressed closedy together, but looking down I could see that her legs were widely spread for the camera, so I did the same. "Oh, that's perfect!" said Bobbi, taking the shot, "two delicious cunts for the price of one. Go ahead, Lola, suck on her tit." When her lips closed round in my nipple and her little teeth began to nibble, I almost came. The camera flashed again. "That was a nice one," Bobbi gushed, "but Lola's wiffy looks like it needs some attention. You can go ahead and touch it, Misty, I don't mind. To be honest, I get a huge thrill from watching my little girl being sexually 'abused', in the nicest way, of course, by someone who really appreciates her. That's right, put your finger in all the way. You won't break anything. Her hymen surrendered years ago." I pushed my middle finger into her and she reacted by biting my nipple hard. Normally, I'd have pulled away, but the pain was exquisite, bringing me closer to my orgasm. The camera was going off every few seconds. "My God, your cunt is dripping!" Bobbi said. "Don't waste a nice wet wiffy, Lola, you know what to do." Her little hand slid down my tummy and four finger slipped into my cunt with no resistance at all. She curled her fingers and hit my G spot. Out of nowhere my orgasm exploded like a hand grenade in my cunt, blowing me into tiny little bits of pure lust, like a starburst spreading through my whole body, and then condensing back into a dense cloud of pure love. I heard someone yelling and realised it was me. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I was calling, between gasps for air. "Bravo, Lola! You made her cum. How long from start to finish? Less than a minute. I think it's some kind of record." I extracted my finger from her, sucked it and lay back on the bed, allowing the raging heat to subside. Bobbi was smiling at me. I couldn't understand why she was letting all this happen, but I certainly wasn't complaining. She was lying across the bottom of the bed, one knee raised and her hand down between her thighs, quite openly masturbating. Lola gazed at her. "Mummy's getting off on watching us. She does that a lot." "Look, Lola, look at Misty's cunt. It's like a huge pink grotto. Wouldn't you like to crawl inside and live there forever?" The girl giggled. "No, but my hand would." "Go on, then, fist her. Fist fuck my lesbian lover, my new found paedophiliac partner, my companion child molester. Drive her crazy like you do me." Lola scrambled down the bed until her head was level with my hips then slid her hand up my thigh until her fingers touched my cunt lips. She reached over with her other hand and pulled them apart, peering inside. "Look, Mummy, her wiffy juice is pouring out. It's running down on to the bed." "Then lick it up! We don't want to soil the bed linnen." Lola climbed over my thigh and lay face down between my legs and pushed her face into my gaping bright pink cunt lips, her tongue going to work, slurping up my fluid from where it had dripped down to my arsehole, with evident eagerness. Bobbi started taking more pictures. "Okay, Sweetheart, time for the climax. You know what to do." Lola pressed four fingers into me, then folded her thumb into her palm and pushed. Her tiny hand slid in easily, as I was so well lubricated with cunt juice. Once inside me, she made a fist and pushed again until she was deep, halfway up her forearm. Bobbi was recording it all. Her little fist went in an out, gently stretching me. I've been fisted before and experiened some pain, but I've never had a fist this small inside me. It felt incredible and watching her arm going in and out was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen. "I'm gonna cum again," I groaned. "Cum for me, Misty," I heard the child beg. "Yeah, cum for us!" Bobbi urged. "I wanna see your toes curl. I want to see how far Lola's arm can go up you. Oh, my God, it's in almost up to the elbow." Lola had a huge grin on her face. Then it was lift-off time again as the engine of my lust ignited and thrust me back up into the clouds in an orgasm that was the mirror of the previous one. Through it all, through the blur of my tear filled eyes, I could see the look of sheer excitement on the face of my little Lolita, and the enthusiastic smile of her mother. I was yelling again. "Now, that's what I call cumming," said Bobbi. "How did I do?" asked Lola. "An A plus with a bow on the top, my love," I managed to murmur. "I've fallen totally in love with you." "In that case," said Bobi, "you have to pay her back for the pleasure she's given you. Lie on your back, Lola, yes like that and spread your legs again. Lock your fingers behind your head. Wow, Misty, look at her, lying there, ready and willing, waiting for you to . . . what you gonna do?" "Lick that wiffy. Eat that darling little cunt. Suck on her clit while I fuck her with my fingers. Oh, my God, I wanna send her to heaven." "Be my guest. She's all yours. I'm gonna keep taking pictures of it all so you and I can masturbate to them later." "Can I masturbate to them, too?" little Lolita asked, plaintively. We smiled. "Ony if you let us watch," said her mother. * * * Today, I'm sitting at one of the tables outside the wine bar, thinking back to the evening when I first met little Lola, specifically the moment when she lifted her dress, pulled her knickers down so show me her wiffy, and the sweet lightning struck, changing my life forever. I still like having sex with girls of my own age, and the sex is as good as it always was, but it's nothing like being in love with a child who, on the surface, appears innocent and vulnerable, but who, underneath, is as eager as I am to throw convention to the wind, and wants more than anything to make me cum. Now she's just old enough to cum. She's still young enough that her orgasms are nothing like mine. As far as I can tell, the first ones were just little thrills, ripples of sexual excitement that last for a few seconds, but every time we make love, the ripples get bigger and now they're small waves. One day soon, they'll be crashing breakers, rolling over her, drowning her in raging lust. Here they come, Lola's hand in Bobbi's. They're both dressed, as usual in matching sun dresses, deliciously short. I stand and hug them both. Bobbi whispers in my ear, "She's got no knickers on." I laugh as we sit down. I look around to check that no one is watching. "Guess what," I say, spreading my legs. Their laughter is sweet music. The End