Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 21:13:12 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Her Eye is on the Sparrow ch.2

    The next week on a day that was even more gorgeous, almost summer-like in
its mildness,  Meg  entered the library. Sister Laura had a surprise.

    "I'm going to close the library today, she said, with a secret smile,
"and we are going swimming."

    "Yaay!" Meg pumped her fists in the air. "Are you going to swim too?"

    Laura smiled at her young assistant. "I sure am." She grabbed a straw
weave bag. "Let's go!"

    When they arrived at the ledge, Laura said, "let's put our stuff in the
shelter."

    "The pond house."

    "The Pond House. Yes. Let's put our things in the Pond House. Our Pond
House."

    Meg grinned. "Our Pond House. Yeah!"

    On the Pond House porch,  Meg began undressing. "Did you bring your
bathing suit?"

    "No."

    Meg frowned. "But I thought you said you were going swimming with me."

    "I am." And Sister Laura began taking off her clothes.

    Meg grinned. "Oh, wow. You're going to go skinny-dipping, too?"

    "I sure am." Laura had taken her skirt off and unbuttoned her blouse. She
unsnapped her bra, took it off, and placed it in the bag. Then she stepped
out of her panties and took off her ubiquitous glasses.

    "Wow."

    Laura stopped in the act of taking off her blouse, and looked at Meg.
"What? I can't see you very well without my glasses."

    Meg was standing by the steps, in only her white underpants, staring at
Sister Laura. "You are beautiful!"

    Laura blushed and smiled. "I bet you say that to all the librarians."

    Meg still stared. "No, really. And I was right."

    "What do you mean?"

    "You do have pretty breasts."

    Laura smiled again, a private smile. "Thank you, Meg."

    The girl drew closer to her teacher, now coming into focus for the
nearsighted librarian. "Wow," she breathed, "look at your nipples. They are
so neat."

    Laura struck a light pose, her blouse at her elbows, and turned to
display her growing nipples.

    Meg stood in awe. "They're so  . .full."

    Laura felt a warm pulse in her belly. "Do you like them?"

    Meg nodded. "I love them." She opened her mouth, then closed it.

    "What?"

    The girl blushed, which was unusual, given her candor. "Nothing."

    Laura felt her nipples harden in the light breeze. "Tell me, Meg."

    "I just wanted to know. . .no it's weird."

    "It's not weird. We're all girls here. What did you want to ask me?"
Laura felt she must be dreaming.

    "Can I touch them?"

    Laura thought she would explode with desire. In a slightly shaky voice,
she said, "Of course you can."

    Little Meg, naked but for her white cotton underpants, reached
tentatively towards her teacher's right breast. Ever so lightly, she touched
the tip of her forefinger to Lenora's nipple. To Laura, it was if she'd been
touched by a live electric wire. It took all she had not to groan, and she
watched as the nipple responded by instantly growing a good quarter inch.
Laura could feel her own wetness.

    "Cool! Did I do that?"

    "Yes you did," her teacher murmured huskily. "Nipples like to be touched.
Can you tell?" She smiled.

    "Touch mine." Meg thrust her chest out.

    "Meg--"

    "Touch it. Please? I want to see if it boings out like yours."

     "Okay." She held out her hand. "But it probably won't be the same. And
don't you dare tell anyone about this. Any of this. Okay?"

    "Sister, I would never tell anyone. This is our secret place. Why would I
tell anyone?"

    "Okay." Laura extended a long, adult finger and gently touched Meg's
little nipple nubbin.

    "Ooh, it's like a little electric shock." Laura kept her finger on the
tiny bud. She felt it harden, a little pebble of arousal. She took the finger
away. "Look at that!" Meg was ecstatic. "Just like yours! My nipple got
bigger!" She touched it herself. "I like how it feels."

    "Me, too," said Laura with a smile. She gave herself the liberty of
lightly smacking Meg's butt. "Come on, let's swim."

    "You know what else?" Meg seemed to be determined to say everything.

    Laura sighed, needing to come. She looked forward to bringing herself to
a nice quiet orgasm in the cool of the pond. "What else?"

    Meg pointed at her teacher's great thatch of black pubic hair. "You have
so much hair down there. It's like a jungle."

    Laura looked down, strangely surprised not to see a copious mass of
moisture running down her legs. "Yes, that's me alright. Me and my . . .big
bush." She grinned, and Meg giggled.

    "Your big bush. Well, mine isn't even a little bush," she said as she
peeled her underpants to her knees. "See?" She looked down forlornly. "Like a
little baby bird. I don't think I'll ever have any hair."

    Laura was past caring now, she was so horny. She reached over and
lightly, casually touched Meg's bare slit, noticing the little gasp that
escaped from the girl's lips. "You'll get hair there, honey. Sooner than you
think. I didn't have any hair there when I was your age either. Or not much."
If this kept up much longer, she'd just have to frig the girl right here.
"Here, take this thing off." And she pulled the girl's underpants down to her
feet and off. "You were right the first time, it'll only get wet and dirty.
Now, come on! Let's swim!" And she started walking, bare bottom under open
white blouse, down the path to the pond.

    They swam for a long time, and Laura was able to slide her fingers all
over her inflamed pussy while she bantered with Meg. It was very odd, and
very erotic, to be able to masturbate underwater while the object of her
fantasy floated, oblivious, in the water right beside her, chattering away.
At one point Meg went up on the small beach of the pond to explore, and Laura
was so in lust that she positioned herself to be seen. While Meg walked the
beach, Laura made as if to look for crayfish in the shallows. In so doing,
she was able to display her bare and open bottom to her young assistant. She
sensed Meg stop on the beach, right behind her, and she made as if to reach
intrepidly for a crayfish, arching her back and thrusting her bottom out. She
felt the mild breeze on her open asshole and cunt, and prayed that Meg was
drinking it all in.

    She needn't have worried. Curious Meg, they should call her. She heard a
light splashing behind her, then a slightly bigger splash. She looked behind
her, and there was her little assistant, squatting in the shallows right
behind her.

    "I just wanted to see your. . ." she pointed at Laura's offered bottom
and pussy.

    Laura stayed in the open position she'd been in. "My. . .?"

    "Your. . .thing."

    "My bottom?"

    "No, well, yeah, that, too. . ."

    "My vagina?"

    "Yeah," blushed determined Meg, "your vagina. It's like a flower."

    "What else?"

    "What?"

    "What else do you see?" Laura was so inflamed, she had no idea where any
of this might lead.

    "What else? Umm, your bottom."

    "What's my bottom look like?"

    "Like a bottom."

    Laura chuckled. "What else?"

    "Umm, your. . .vagina. . .bush. It's dripping."

    Laura laughed. "Yes, it is indeed. What else?"

    "Your. . .legs."

    "I mean, what else around my bottom and my vagina."

    Laura heard noncommittal splashing.

    She held the position. "What's in my bottom?"

    "Oh. You mean your. . .poop hole?"

    "Or bottom hole. Or asshole." Laura wiggled her bottom slightly. "What
does it look like?"

    "Hmm." Laura heard splashing again, and felt Meg come even closer. Lord,
the child was within breathing distance of me! "Let's see. . . Your. .
.bottom hole looks like. . .a. . .pink star."

    "A pink star. I like that." Laura pushed her anus out and in.

    "Hey! It moved!"

    "Did you see it?"

    "Yeah! Did you make it do that?"

    "Yes." She pulsed again. "See?"

    "Wow, that is so neat. It`s like it`s alive."

    Laura was dizzy from the excitement of looking back at this young, pretty
naked girl who sat directly behind her examining her asshole. "Do you want to
feel it move?"

    "Isn't that, like. . .dirty?"

    "Meg. Do I seem to you someone who'd keep a dirty bottom?" The girl
smiled and shook her head. "Besides, we've been in the water forever, it's
fresh as a daisy." She winked her asshole a few times in succession.

    Meg extended her hand. "Can I?"

    Laura smiled, glad the pond water camouflaged her own gushing fluids. A
wildness bubbled within her. "You have to say, `please may I touch your
asshole, Sister Laura.'"

    Meg giggled and put a small hand to her mouth. "Please may I touch your.
. .ass hole. Sister Laura." She blushed deeply. Adorable.

    Laura pushed her bottom out even further. "Yes you may."

    But just as Meg's finger approached the small aperture, she grimaced,
then winced, and plunged her hand into the water between her legs. "Ow." She
rubbed vigorously. "OW! Something bit me or something." She stood up, holding
her hand at her crotch.

    Sister Laura immediately scrambled to her feet. She put a hand on Meg's
shoulder. "What is it, honey? What happened?"

    "I don't know." The girl bent to peer at her crotch, bending a knee to
facilitate the examination. "I was just sitting there and then I felt
something, like, sting me. Here," and she pointed directly at her slit.

    Laura bent to look. "Here?" She gently touched the visible upper lips.

    "No, it's--" Meg bent her knee further, standing on one foot to open her
self up, "more under, kind of inside. . ." She stumbled, almost falling, as
Laura held her by the arm.

    "Woah, girl, don't fall down."  She retrieved her beach bag, taking out a
large orange towel. "Here," she said, spreading the towel on the rock ledge,
"lie here and let's take a look at this thing."

    Meg lay down on the towel and spread her legs. "It's way underneath." To
illustrate how remote the hurt was, she lifted her legs and held them open.

    Laura had gotten another towel out of the bag to kneel on, and when she
turned, her breath caught. Here was little Meg, whom she'd tried desperately
not to think about for months, lying before her and offering herself. Holding
her little serious self open for Laura to examine.

    Laura knelt on her own folded towel and rummaged again through her bag.
"Now, where is that stuff?"

    She brought out a tube and unscrewed the cap. "I was a nurse, you know."

    "You were?" Meg kept her pose.

    "Uh-huh. Well, a nurse's aide." Laura tried not to shake as she squeezed
a dollop of KY jelly onto her finger. She's recently taken to carrying a tube
with her wherever she went, since that first day at the pond last week. The
tube was already half empty.

    She leaned in, kneeling. "Now where does it hurt?"

    Little Meg took one hand from her ankle and pointed at her young slit
just above her little kitten-nose asshole, her finger curling to be precise.
"Right there, and kind of. . .in." Her nose crinkled. Laura swallowed.

    There was indeed a slight reddening where she'd indicated. Laura held her
hand, trembling, above the girl's sex. "Now, I'm going to examine you and
take a look in here. If anything hurts, you let me know, alright?"

    The little girl nodded.

    Lenora hesitated. "Meg? Is this okay?"

    The girl nodded vigorously. "Oh, yeah. I want you to." She spread her
legs even wider to make her point.

    The go ahead. From almost being a nun to molesting a little girl, Lenora
thought wildly. Well, she couldn't help herself right now anyway, so she
touched her coated finger to Meg's bare slit.

    The girl watched intently, her mouth open slightly, waiting to feel pain
and respond.  Sister Lenora pressed gingerly at first. Touch, touch, touch.
"Anything?"

    Meg shook her head.

    "Okay, I'm going to go a little deeper now, okay?" Meg nodded.

    Lenora's let her long, greased finger, parallel to the girl's slit, slip
laterally into the furrow of her inner lips. She felt a slight lubrication
within, and looked up to see Meg inhale somewhat sharply. "Hurt?"

    Meg , eyes wider, shook her head.

    She now slid the finger vertically, slowly, up the channel, gliding over
the bud of Meg's clitoris. A definite intake of breath. "That hurt?"

    Meg again shook her head. She swallowed. "No, it was. . .good."

    "Good?"

    "Yeah." Lenora's finger glided back over the small bud, heading downward,
and Meg's thigh and stomach muscles contracted slightly. "It felt good."

    Lenora watched the little girl experience sexual pleasure, fascinated.
"How about here? Is this okay?" Her finger slid down to Meg's opening and was
joined by another finger. They sank inside the folds of the girl's sex,
circling.

    "Ooh. It's a little hurty there."

    "Here?" Lenora sank further, until she felt the slick membrane of Meg's
hymen.

    "Yeah," Meg breathed, then threw her head back, mouth open. "It's kind of
hurty," and she heaved a big sigh, "but it feels kind of good, too."

    Lenora thrilled to be giving little Meg her first orgasm. "Should I rub
it a little? Give it a little massage?"

    Meg's head stayed back. "Uh-huh," she murmured.

    Now Lenora went at the girl's little pussy in earnest.  She brought the
other hand into play, sliding gliding, lightly squeezing. She had to resist
the powerful urge to apply her mouth as well, not wanting to scare the child
away. And all the while, she crooned , nurse-like, a litany of comfort,
starting with, "Okay then, we are going to make this little puppy feel a lot
better."

    After a few minutes, Meg's legs had spread even further, and she'd lost
the rigidity of her initial pose: one arm even strayed off its ankle to loll
behind Meg's head. That leg bent limply at the knee, and Lenora, one hand
working diligently at the girl's pussy, placed the other hand on that leg's
upper thigh and gently pressed, further opening Meg's gash.

    The girl began to sigh through her nose, a soft hum that held a note of
surprise at how wonderful this massage felt. Every so often the hum would
open up to an out and out moan. These were particularly erotic to Lenora,
coming as they did out of the innocent mouth of an eleven-year-old girl.

    After another decidedly wild moan, Meg's head popped up. "Wow!" She held
Lenora's eyes as the woman continued to manipulate her. Another wave of
pleasure hit her, and Meg closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She threw
her head back and moaned.

    This time, Meg brought her head back up and spoke. Or tried to. "It
doesn't hurt, but it--it. . . . Ah!" She stayed where she was, staring at her
teacher.

    Lenora crooned, "I know, honey, I know."

    The girl's eyes were beginning to fill. "Sister, it's. . .I don't. . ."
And she started breathing rapidly, and loudly, through her nose. Her legs
were shaking.

    Lenora doubled her pace, frigging furiously at the girl's sopping young
sex. She stared into Meg's fearful eyes. "Hush, honey. Hush. It`s okay.. This
is how it feels. Just let it happen, Meg. It's good for you. Just let it feel
really good. It`s alright."

    At which point Meg's head went thrusting back, and from her throat came a
sound as if she were lifting some impossibly heavy object. Her arms flew out,
grabbing at fistfuls of towel, as her feet shook wildly, went wider, then hit
the ground and pushed her body up. Her little bottom clenched and her back
arched so high that a cat could have walked beneath her and not been touched.


    Lenora held her one hand firmly cupped to the girl's pulsing sex, one
finger pressing lightly onto her humid little anus. The other hand went under
Meg's back, so that when she collapsed, her teacher could ease her back onto
the towel. When she did collapse, Meg's unusually pliant young body spread
where it fell, like one of those toys on a stand from which you push
underneath with your thumb to make the figure go limp. In Meg's case, her
legs ended up bent, and spread, her naked, newly ravished pussy a dark pink
open gash. Her eyes were closed, her face and chest were flushed (little
nipples straight out), and her breathing began to regulate. Lenora considered
her handiwork, and leaned down to kiss her little charge on the cheek.

(to be continued. . .If'n you have a desire for more of my writing, there's a
series called "Saturday AM Revelation" in the Incest section. And write me if
you like. Sometimes I answer!  --xL)