Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2017 18:49:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Misty Meadow Subject: From Precocious to Promiscuous From Precocious to Promiscuous by Misty Meadow It's been a wonderful day. I'm at the home of my new girlfriend, Karen and we're sprawled naked on her couch watching a porno movie, sipping on large glasses of cranberry juice. She has her lap top hooked up to her fifty inch TV and the definition is perfectly fine as we watch a petite brunette eating the pussy of her blond friend. All afternoon we've been lying head to tail, exploring each others treasure, fingering, probing, licking, tasting, and now we're basking in the afterglow of multiple little orgasms, not the explosive eruptions we enjoyed when we met yesterday, just little waves of pleasure rippling across an ocean of lust. On the screen, the brunette spreads lube all over her hand and peers at the wet lips just inches from her face. "Oh, the blond's gonna get fisted," says Karen, excitedly. "Ever tried that?" I ask. "Not yet. Wouldn't it hurt?" "Not if you're sufficiently aroused, relaxed and wet." She looks at me. "Maybe we should . . . " Her phone rings and she picks it up. I pause the video. "Hello?" Then she looks at me and puts the phone on speaker. "It's my daughter, Lark." Then into the phone she asks, "Where are you?" A child's voice answers, "At the petrol station. Daddy's filling up. I'll be home in about ten minutes." "Tell your father to drop you at the end of the driveway and honk the horn. I don't want him in the house while I've got company." "Who's there?" "My new girlfriend, Misty. She's gorgeous and you're gonna love her. Wanna see a picture of her? Hold on." She gets on all fours between my feet, holding the phone for a low angled shot and the flash goes off and she sends the pic. "There, what d'you think?" I hear girlish laughter. "Oh, Mummy, she's gorgeous! And so naughty. She's showing off everything. Uh-oh, Daddy's coming back. I'm gonna hang up. See you in a bit." Karen hangs up and looks at me. "I hope you don't mind me sending your pic to her." "Depends. How old is she?" I ask. "Eleven, but . . ." "Eleven?" I'm incredulous. "She's just a child. Let me see what you sent." I look at the screen and there I am, my bum on the edge of the seat, lying back with my head propped up on a cushion. The lower half of the picture is all cunt; my big floppy lips and my unusually large clit, almost half an inch long in its present swollen condition, gleaming with moisture and above it you can see my micro tits and my face, smiling happily, eager to show my cunt to the world. But to an eleven year old? "She's more than just a child. Here let me show you a picture of her." She thumbs to a shot of her daughter seated naked in a chair with her knees hooked over the arms, deliberately displaying her cunt, while on her face is an inviting smile. Looking closer I can see that her lips are just visible in her slit and the tiny bump of her clit nestles at the top. She has no trace of pubic hair and her chest is flat, though her nipples have started to grow. The pose is as lewd as my own. Until this point in my life, I've never paid much attention to preteen girls. Sure, they're cute, but having any kind of sexual contact is fraught with danger. Even if I could entice a kid into my arms, how would I ensure that she wouldn't tell on me and land me in jail? I've watched the occasional child porn movie and found them strangely thrilling and from time to time I've let fantasy take over, but my only experience with little girls dates back to when I was one myself during puberty and I experimented with friends, mostly in the school toilets. We undressed each other, giggling while we played finger pie, or having sleepovers when getting naked together was exciting and kissing was pure heaven, but I was merely playing around the fringes of sex. I didn't get into a serious relationship until my early teens, when the danger of exposure was less, and I started having orgasms. Now, looking at the photograph of Lark, her sweet childish innocence overlaid by her smouldering sexuality, something stirs deep inside me and my stomach churns with excitement. I'm looking at her cunt and she's seen mine, so we already have a relationship, so to speak. "Oh, my God!" I whisper, torn between shock and desire. "She's adorable!" "And very precocious. I have lots of naked pictures of her, most of which would qualify for child porn but you can watch them later. I'll let you into a secret. Ever since I discovered I was gay and my ex caught me with my head between the legs of the au pair and divorced me, I've wanted to keep my little girl out of the hands of men. All they ever want is to stick their dicks into you and get off, and then it's goodnight and loud snores. So I've been educating her in the ways of gay sex, hands on, so to speak." "Hands on? You mean you touch her . . .?" "Yes, and she touches mine. The day her father moved out, she moved into my bed and first of all, it was just comfort hugs, and then she wanted to suck on my tits and then we were off to the races." "Holy shit! Does the incest thing not bother you?" "It's not a problem. She's actually my step daughter, the daughter of my ex by a previous marriage, so we're not related by blood. If she sticks to girls she can't get pregnant and is unlikely to get and STD's so I don't see a downside to her having sex at such a young age. It's not like I coerce her to do anything; she instigates most of the fun we have. Like I said, she's precocious. In the last two years, she's learned a lot." We hear the car honk and Karen gets to her feet. "Don't move," she says. "I want her tosee you just like you were in the picture." She goes out into the hall and I hear the front door open. "Hello, darling," she says, "come and meet Misty." She walks into the room carrying her daughter who has her legs wrapped round her waist and her arms round her neck. "This my my darling Lark, the love of my life." The kid slides down and turns to face me and a huge grin breaks out on her face. "You look even sexier than your picture," say says, seemingly unperturbed by the sight of a naked lesbian showing off her cunt in the living room. "Oh, my God," I say, "You're stunning!" I'm not exaggerating. About five feet tall, with waist long dark hair, she has huge eyes behind owl glasses that make them look even bigger, and a mouth that just begs to be kissed. She stands, staring at my cunt and my heart starts to race. Karen stands behind her, putting her arms round Lark's waist. I sit up and close my legs. "What knickers are you wearing?" Karen asks. "The pink ones with 'kiss me' on the front." "Let's show Misty, huh?" She lifts Lark's dress up high to display the pink cotton knickers. "Mmmm," I muse, staring at them. "It says, 'Kiss me'. I suppose that's a direct order." Lark laughs. "It is." Karen slides her palm down Larks tummy and her fingers go between her legs, rubbing against the pink cotton. My tummy lurches as I see, for the first time, a mother fondling her own daughter. "But, does "Kiss me" mean kiss you on the lips or kiss your knickers?" I ask. "That's what I asked Mummy when she bought them for me. She told me it meant on the knickers. She was quite insistent and gave me a nice big kiss. Now they're my favourite pair." "So be good girl and let Misty kiss them," Karen says, unzipping the girl's dress and sliding it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. It's been a long time since I've seen a preteen girl wearing nothing but knickers and all those childhood memories come flooding back as I gaze at her slender body. Perfectly unselfconciously, she steps forward and I l sit up, lean in and kiss her below her belly button. "Lower!" commands Karen, and I move my lips down to Lark's prominent mound and press them against her knickers. I probe with my tongue where the cotton has folded into her slit forming a camel toe, and I feel her hand stroking my hair. "How does that feel, my darling?" asks her mother. "Lovely," says Lark. "Show Misty your cunt," says Karen. I'm mildly shocked that a mother would use that word in the presence of her daughter, let alone the implications of her suggestion, but given the circumstances, it's not altogether surprising. Lark steps back and from behind, Karen pulls her knickers down to mid thigh. Now I can see for real the sweet little cunt that so excited me in the picture. It must have been taken some time ago because her tiny lips have grown since. I want to touch them but at the same time, I want Karen to be in control of events. "It's looks delicious, Lark." "Now kiss me again," she says, thrusting her hips forward. Once again my stomach churns as adrenaline floods my system. I put my hands on her bum and pull her against my upturned face. I press my lips against her, then push gently with my tongue, letting her know that I'd like to penetrate her. Then I drag my tongue up to her little undeveloped bump and tickle it with the tip. She giggles. "You do it just like Mummy does," she murmurs. I look up a Karen, whose face wears an ecstatic smile. I'm puzzled by why exactly she is so eager for her little girl to experience sex with an older woman, and why she seems to be enjoying the action so much, but this is not the time to be trying to figure out such a complex issue. Lark turns to look at her Mum for approval and she catches sight of the frozen picture on the TV screen. "Oh, you're watching porn," she cries with delight. "I love watching porn." She sits beside me, reaches for the laptop and presses "play". On the screen, the hand, shiny with lube, reaches out and spreads the cunt lips apart with her fingers. We can see into the wet cavern. Then three fingers go in, followed by a fourth. The hand rotates from side to side and we see the fingers curl. The background noise of fake groans of ecstasy is replaced by a loud gasp, indication that the G spot has been found. Then the thumb is folded into the palm and the whole hand is pushed inside. "Oh, my God! This is awesome!" Lark breathes. "Look, it's all the way in! Unbelievable! It's past her wrist, halfway up her arm. I never knew there was that much room inside. I bet it hurts." "No," says her mother, coming to sit beside me, "not to a girl as aroused as she is. See how her cunt has relaxed and stretched. I don't think it hurts at all." "Make a fist," says the blonde in the video. "Fuck me! Fuck my hungry cunt!" I glance at Lark and her eyes are alight with excitement. The arm moves in and out and the cries groans and cries of the two girls become louder and more and more obviously faked. The camera moves up to show us the face of the blond and I see no evidence of pain, in fact to all appearances, she's loving it. "She's overacting, but nevertheless, I think she really likes it," I remark. "Her pussy looks way to happy to be just doing it for the money. That's not just lube that's shining, it's a small ocean of pussy juice." Finally, just as, for us, the novelty is wearing off, the hand is removed and then blond uses the first two fingers of both hands to pull her pussy wide open. The brunette, in turn, uses two fingers to pull the bottom edge down, creating a huge triangular orifice, bright pink round the edges, dark depths in the centre. Her cunt is huge! But then after all that stretching, it's not surprising. "Holy shit!" Karen gasps, "she'll never want for a place to park." Her levity breaks the spell and then the screen goes dark. Karen exits the porn site and closes the laptop. "What d'you think of that, Kiddo?" she asks Lark. The girl is speechless, gazing at her Mum. "Would your cunt stretch like that?" she asks. "Yes, and so would Misty's. In fact take another look at Misty's cunt." I open my legs obligingly and Lark gets down and on her knees between my thighs. Now at this point I should tell you that my cunt is slightly unusual. I have these huge floppy lips that hang down and I can actually watch them sway as I walk. Furthermore, I have an outsized clit, almost half an inch long when it's swollen like it is now, my girlfriends love to take it between their lips and suck it in and out. If I were a guy, I'd be getting a blow job. Lark grips my lips with the first two fingers of each and and pulls them open, gazing into me. "Wow, your cunt is so big!" she gasps. "I love it!" She looks up at her mother, delight written all over her face, then looks down again, her face even closer. "And your clit! It's enormous! Look, Mummy, isn't this fantastic?" "I've been looking at it all afternoon," Karen says. Lark grins. "And doing what?" "Kissing it, licking it, pressing my face into it, tasting it, drinking her pussy juice, and maybe later, if you girls are good, I'll let you watch when I push my vibrator into it and drive Misty crazy!" I'm halfway crazy already, sprawled there with this darling little girl gazing at my cunt adoringly, her eyes alight with excitement. "I bet my fist would go in there," Lark says, looking at her Mum. "D'you want her to try?" Karen asks me. "Fuckin' stupid question," I reply, grinning. "Where's the lube?" "Upstairs in the bedroom, but I don't think you need any. You're already dripping on to the couch." I look down and sure enough, my juice is dripping down my perineum, over my rosebud and down on to the upholstery. "Do what the girl in the video did, Lark." "Lift your legs, first," Lark commands and I raise them up vertically. "I can't let all that lovely pussy juice go to waste." She leans in and licks from my rectum up to the top of my cunt, then repeats the procedure another four of five times. The touch of her tongue sets me on fire and my orgasm explodes, causing my whole body to shake and more juice to flow from my cunt. "Oh, Jesus Christ, you little fucking darling! You make me cum!" Lark lifts her head and looks at me then looks up at her mum. Karen face is alight with excitement. "I'm so proud of you my darling," she says, her voice heavy with emotion. "You're gonna grow up just like me, totally gay." "I hope so, Mummy. I don't want to let you down." So sweet little Lark is in on the plan to make sure she grows up gay. That explains a lot; why she's so enthusiastic to engage in hot sex with a relative stranger, why she uses such adult language, why she delights in looking at my body and showing off her own. "Go on, my darling, fist fuck her!" Four fingers go inside me, as far as they'll go until stopped by her thumb. Learning from what she's seen on the video, she turns her hand palm up and curls her fingers. Another surge of lust courses through me. And then as she folds her thumb into her palm and pushes, I almost cum again. Her hand is now a crude cone shape, tapered towards her fingers, and as she pushes, my cunt stretches to accommodate it, and it isn't hurting a bit. "Push, Lark!" I gasp. "Push it all the way in! Oh, yes, look, it's right inside me. Make a fist, yes, I can feel it. Now push farther inside. Wow, your arm is halfway up me! You're sending me to heaven." "It feels awesome!" Lark whispers. "Soft and warm and wet, folded tightly round my hand and arm. Can I go deeper?" "Just a little. Now stop there, you're touching my cervix. I can't believe it. You're in almost to your elbow! Wiggle your fingers. Oh, my God! I've never felt anything like this." Karen is down on her knees beside her daughter, staring at what little remains visible of her daughter's arm. Her mouth is open and she's actually drooling. "Pull out and in, Sweetheart," she advises and Lark begins slowly fist fucking me. It feels like nothing I've ever experienced before. She fills me right up, then withdraws and fills me again, over and over and I'm swimming in pure lust. "Take it completely out and push it in again," I tell her. The intial push of her knuckles into my cunt is the best part of it and it offers a visual thrill as well as the tactile rush. "Keep doing it." She withdraws her hand completely, then inserts it again. This time it goes in with no resistance at all. She repeats it a dozen or more times. Karen sits back up on the couch, puts an arm round my shoulders and whispers in my ear, "You love her, don't you? I could see it from the moment you saw her picture and from the moment I pulled her knickers down. You're a fucking paedophile, just like me, and I want you to let her do anything she wants to you, In return, you can do whatever you like to her as long as she consents. Oh, look at that hand going in and out like a fucking piston. Fuck her, Lark! Fuck my darling Misty with your fist, you little fucking nympho." Then she lowers her head and sucks on my right nipple. That's enough to send me over the top and I climax again, my hips thrusting upwards, my insides turning to hot liquid, my toes curling and my heart pounding. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I hear myself yelling. After almost half a minute, as I slowly come back to earth, Lark gently extracts her hand, leans in and kisses me on the clit. I hear her inhale through her nose. "You smell so sexy!" She puts a finger in her own cunt and sniffs at it. "We all do." She rest her head against my inner thigh, still gazing at my gaping pink cavern. "What shall we do now?" she asks. "I think Misty's wiped out," says Karen. She's right. "You and I can do stuff and she can watch," Lark suggests. "How about we drink champagne again?" "She means golden showers," Karen explains. "I'm teaching her to appreciate the taste of pee." I'm fucking speechless. I've tasted quite of lot of pee in my time and it usually only happens well into a relationship, when all inhibitions have been eroded away, when two lovers feel able to indulge in any kind of perversion without being judged. At that moment I realise why Kean has been urging me to drink cranberry juice all afternoon. It makes pee drinking a whole lot better, removing most of the acrid taste, leaving just warm, earthy flavours, like mushrooms, wheat bran and pale ale. "Let's go into the bathroom," says Lark, excitedly. "Why don't we watch a video first, to get us in the mood?" Karen suggests. She opens the laptop and searches for "lesbians pissing". Right away she hits on a porn hub video, in which two lovely young ladies are undressing each other and tentatively licking each others pussies until one of them lets go, squirting the other right in her smiling face. She opens her mouth and lets it fill with pee, then presses her lips to the mouth of her friend in a passionate kiss, during which pee is dribbling between them. Then they reverse rolls and the drinker now kneels over her supine friend and pees all over her tits. Then she aims her stream right at her lover's cunt. This is deliciously lewd, raw uninhibited sex, right on the edge. I look at Lark and she's transfixed, staring at the screen, her eyes huge, her lips parted, her face flushed. We see more shots in which each girl drinks directly from the other's pussy and I see their adams' apples bobbing as they swallow. The video ends with both girls lying on the tiled floor, legs scissored, bodies pressed cunt to cunt, as pee sprays out over their tummies and thighs. Lark jumps to her feet and takes our hands pulling us to our feet and dragging us towards the bathroom. "I need to pee," she cries, excitedly. "Who wants it?" "Step into the tub," Karen says. "You can let me have half of it and Misty can have the remainder." Lark stands, her legs as far apart as the tub will allow as her mother lies down on her back, looking up at her daughter's naked little body. "Ready, Sweetheart?" "Where shall I aim? I know, I'll pee on your cunt, then your tits and your face last of all, okay?" "Go ahead, my little darling." I sit on the toilet lid and watch, transfixed. A strong stream of pale pee arcs from Lark's cunt and lands on her mother's tummy. It's soon directed right on to her cunt, but just for a second or two, then it shuts off. Lark changes feet to face the other way and pees right on to Mummy's tits, as Karen spreads it all over her body with her hands, and just a few seconds later, Lark is peeing on to her face. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth and I watch it fill. The flow abruptly ends. "I forgot to save some for Misty," she says. I see Karen swallow, then lick her lips and smile. "None left at all?" "Just a bit." Karen steps out of the tub, pee dripping from her body on to the floor. Looking down, she says, "It doesn't matter. We can mop it up later." I take her place and lie on my back in the tub. "Sit on my face, Lark, and let me drink from your lovely little chalice." She squats over me and I press my lips to her cunt and my heart fills with joy as my mouth starts to fill with her golden nectar. It's not in the least bit unpleasant, but I think from now on she should drink as much cranberry juice as possible. I get half a mouthful before she finishes, stands upright in the tub and looks down at me. Our eyes lock as I swallow her delicious offering. Karen holds out her hand and pulls me to my feet, then embraces me, kissing me passionately, her tongue probing, seeking for one last taste of her daughter's pee. We break apart. "Now you've gotta pee on me," Lark demands emphatically, lying down on her back. "You can both pee at the same time. I wanna get wet all over." We step into the tub, carefully arranging our feet either side of her body, then let our pee go, gallons of it, all over her, the thighs, her cunt, her tummy, her darling little flat chest and finally on her face. With eyes closed, she opens her mouth and we each manage to give her our last squirts right between her sweet lips. She opens her eyes, gazes adoringly up at us, then swallows. "Oh, my God! That tastes so much better than last time. I could easily drink lots and lots of it.." Karen tells her about the cranberry juice. "From now on, I'm not gonna drink anything else, Mummy, so I can make delicious pee for you and Misty." Karen turns the water on and we rinse off, then dry ourselves with a big, fluffy towel. "What shall we do now," Lark asks, still eager for more fun. "Toys," says Karen. "You can watch as Misty and I fuck each other with my big double ended dildo, and I have a present for you. I was saving it for your birthday, but you can have it now." In the bedroom, she opens the dresser drawer and produces a small rectangular box and gives it to Lark. "Happy twelfth birthday, Sweetheart." Lark tears of the wrapper. It's a vibrator, long and slim. "I got the narrowest size I could find, and once you get used to it, I can buy bigger and bigger ones." "To make my cunt nice and big? So you and Misty can get your fists in? Oh, Mummy, you're awesome!" She throws her arms around her mother and hugs her. Karen goes back to the drawer and pulls out eighteen inches of black rubber dildo, each end shaped like the head of a dick. Lark suddenly runs out of the room and we hear her run downstairs, then dash back up again, her phone in her hand. "I wanna make a video of you," she declares. A minute later, Karen and I are lying on the bed, our heads at either end, the black dildo buried deep in both of us, as we reach down to take each others hands to pull ourselves closer. We're so carried away that we almost don't notice the little girl sitting cross legged, leaning back against the head board, her phone in one hand aimed at us, the other hand thrusting the buzzing vibrator deep inside her adorable little cunt. She looks very happy! The end.