Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 16:07:11 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Her Eye is on the Sparrow ch4

    Since that summer morning of glorious discovery, the librarian and her
eleven-year-old assistant had a very hard time keeping their hands off each
other. Fortunately it WAS summer, and the library was used far less
frequently than usual. Summer school meant long days of filing, bookkeeping,
taking inventory --- and having lots and lots of sex. The two couldn't get
enough of it, and it seemed that the more they had, the more they wanted. At
any time, in any way. Sister Laura thought giddily that she may very well go
mad, but considered making love to this incredibly hot and insatiable nymph
quite worth the sacrifice.

    The morning after their torrid little lake excursion, however, the two
were still somewhat unsure of their footing, not knowing how the other still,
or really, felt. That morning, Meg burst through the outer door (Laura always
knew Meg's distictive burst), then through the inner. The librarian was
sitting at her desk.

    Meg stopped, eyebrows raised in question. She had on a pair of baggy
khaki shorts and a white knit shirt that clearly defined her braless state.
Laura smiled at the shape of her little "sand dollars" and shook her head.
"All clear."

    Meg smiled, then blushed. She wanted to leap over the desk and fly into
her teacher's arms, but was unsure of the reception. Far from the naked woman
that had squirmed beneath her yesterday, the one who'd demanded her to "fuck
me, Meg honey, fuck my ass!"; here was the proper Sister Laura sitting at her
desk in her light tan suit, the older woman whom she'd come to respect and
admire over the past months. Little Meg opened her mouth, then closed it.
"Hi," she offered, finally.

    Laura looked over her glasses at the darling girl. "Hi yourself." She
patted the seat of a chair by her desk. "Come here, Meg."

    Meg had a sinking feeling. The nun in Sister Laura was going to put a
stop to all of this, she thought. Her lip trembled as she sat down, her knees
primly together.

    Laura looked at her seriously over her glasses. "Are you having. .
.second thoughts about. . .what we did yesterday?"

    Meg's eyes were wide. She shook her head, slowly at first, then more
vigorously. "N-no, Sister." She looked as if she were ready to cry. "No, not
at all." Her lip trembled. "Are-- are you?"

    Sister Laura's head shook solemnly back and forth. "No. Not in the
least." She abruptly stood, and walked to the inner door, which she locked.
She then turned around and, still with this unnervingly stern demeanor,
spoke. "I want you to do something for me, Meg."

    Meg rose uncertainly from her chair. "Yes, Sister?"

    The barest hint of a smile crossed the teacher's face. "I would like
you to take off those shorts."

    Meg's face broke into a smile, then a big grin. "Yes, Sister." With a
happy sigh, she did as she was told, quickly unbuttoning the shorts,
unzipping, and letting them fall to her feet, where she kicked them across
the room. She stood in her white cotton panties, shirt, sneakers and socks.

    "Now please," as Laura removed the glasses from her face, "turn around
and face my desk, please." Little Meg did so, feeling her young pussy start
to get mushy. She wanted to put her hand inside her panties and feel, but
kept still, and waited.

    Her teacher stood behind her, just barely touching. Meg felt the heat
coming off Lenora's breasts as they brushed against the soft nape of her
neck. Meg turned her head and saw that Sister Laura had undone her suit
jacket buttons and that she wore no bra. The woman's dark and puffy nipples
stood out clearly through her sheer blouse. Meg swallowed.

    Laura watched the girl's eyes as she stroked her soft brown hair. "Meg?"

    "Yes, Sister?"

    "Would you like to taste my nipples?"

    Whoosh! Meg felt her pussy flood, and her knees weaken. All she could do
at the moment was nod her head. She heard a rustling, then felt a hand at her
flushed cheek, turning her head. There was Sister Laura's beautiful, womanly
breast, its dark aureole so puffed it was now a part of the nipple. Meg
opened her mouth and closed it around the delicious flesh. She did nothing
for a moment, just savored the feel of Sister Laura's breast in her mouth,
the tiny movements of the nipple as it still opened and erected. Then she
began to suck, and Laura took a deep breath. The librarian's hand slid down
to the girl's pantied bottom as she sucked, and rubbed and patted the clothed
little bum. Then it slipped beneath the waistband and ran a long finger down
the humid crack. When the finger's tip touched the tiny, warm knot of Meg's
little asshole, it stopped; a light tap. Instantly Meg's bottom clenched, the
little cheeks trapping Laura's finger. In her delight, the girl bit down very
lightly on her teacher's nipple.

    Laura's breath hissed through her teeth. She pulled the girl's head up,
her mouth  making a wet "pwutt" as it came bouncing away from the purple,
straining nipple. Meg's slightly parted lips were obscenely wet, her eyes
glazing with desire. She gazed expectantly at her teacher, both of them just
looking at one another, breathing heavily. Laura's finger still lay,
trembling, upon the pulsing little anus.

    "Ohhh, little girl," Laura murmured. "What have you done?" Meg's bottom
relaxed. The fingertip made a little circular scooping movement, and came
away. Laura stared into her little lover's eyes as she brought the finger to
her nose. She smelled. Meg's nose crinkled, not as much with disgust as
fascination, a willingness to learn from this amazing, beautiful woman.

    "I love how you smell," Laura murmured.

    Meg giggled softly. "Even my poopy bottom?"

    Laura nodded. "Mm-hmm. . ." she stuck out the elegant tip of her tongue
and licked the finger. "Even your poopy bottom." Meg's mouth opened in awe.
"Can I kiss your bottom?" Meg quickly nodded. "Like we kissed at the lake?"

    Her mouth still open, Meg's eyes widened. "You mean. . .with your tongue
and everything?" Laura smiled and nodded.

    Meg took a deep breath.  "Sister. . ." The little girl blushed. "I'm
getting all squishy. . ." She seemed a little ashamed, as if she'd peed
herself.

    "Ohh, honey," and Laura moved in to embrace the darling girl, and to kiss
her trembling, welcoming lips. They kissed deeply, passionately, Meg's little
hands all over her teacher's body, not able to touch enough. She pulled away
briefly for a moment to whisper shakily, "I thought you didn't want me
anymore," tears forming in her large brown eyes.

    "Ssshh," Laura's lips stopped any further silliness, as their tongues
enjoyed each other's play. Meg began to moan, and pulled away again. Flushed,
she whispered, "I want. . ." she swallowed, "I want you to kiss my bottom. .
."

    Laura smiled, kissed Meg's little pug nose, and moved behind her. She
kissed the soft nape of her neck, and whispered in the girl's ear, "I'm going
to eat you up, little girl, right on my desk." Meg moaned softly, and pushed
her bottom out. Laura placed a hand gently at her back. "Lean over the desk,
honey." Meg did so, her pretty little panty-clad bottom jutting out. She
still had her socks and sneakers on, and at the moment she was up on their
toes.

    The librarian pulled the girl's chair over and sat, her face inches from
Meg's butt. She savored the moment, leaning in to breathe, to smell the musk
of the 11-year-old's excitement, her sweat, her fragrant heat. Meg whined a
tiny whine and wiggled her small, tight bottom. Laura put both hands on the
girl's hips and leaned in further, touching her strong Italian nose to the
girl's pantied crack. Immediately, Meg "mmmmmnn'-ed and pushed her bottom out
still further. This sent a fresh waft of stronger, hot Meg-scent puffing out,
and drove the nun to bury her face in the girl's crack. She wiggled her face
as she breathed a low "hhmmmmmmmm," while Meg laughed and squealed, her own
little heinie pushing and circling to the luscious attack.

    Finally, Laura pulled reluctantly away, only to take hold of the girl's
waistband. "Ready?"

    A tiny voice came from under Meg's thin arms: "Ohh, Sister, I'm so ready,
I'm sooo ready. . ."

    And Laura began slowly to pull the panties down, down the girl's slim
hips, kissing each inch of white (tan-lined!) bottom cheek as it revealed
itself. The bottom half of Meg's cheeks were a bit blotchy, as if she'd been
spanked, but it was just the heat of her desire.

    Laura slid the panties down, and Meg then stepped out of them, one
sneaker getting caught (she just reached down and yanked the one sneaker
off!). She spread her slender, lithe young legs (many little cuts and bruises
on the calves, the little athlete), and pushed her bottom out again. Her
teacher nearly came right then, to be afforded this gift, this open gift of
cute, adorable, hot sex!

    "Ohh my God, Meg, you are so beautiful. . ." as she gazed lovingly at the
girl's firm little open cheeks, the darker, delicious line of her crack which
darkened still further as it circled her small special anus. And the slick,
shining pink of her bare little cunt petals. She leaned in and touched her
long tongue to Meg's wrinkled little star. The star immediately closed in on
itself as the girl gasped. Laura touched again, a soft lick, and Meg's anus
quivered. Her bottom made a small move outwards again, and this time her
teacher's lips touched her center. Meg kissed her back, pushing her little
asshole out. A small but surprisingly loud and robust fart erupted. The
cheeks came in, contracting, and Meg's tiny voice cried plaintively, "I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. . .Jeez oh man. .."

    Laura's voice behind her, "ssshhh," kiss kiss kiss, "don't be silly,"
kiss kiss kiss, "I think it's neat, remember?" kiss kiss kiss, "I pooted in
your face, remember? Did you like it?"

    Meg's little voice, "uh-huhh. . ."

    "Well, Meg, I LOVE it. I want to eat you up, poots and all. Okay?"

    A giggle. "Okay."

    "So, open up down here!" And Meg did. "Now, do another."

    Meg laughed. "I don't know if I can!"

    "Try!"

    Meg pushed, a little grunt, and the little bud started to pinken and
pooch out. Then she stopped. "I don't want it to come out. . .not a poot."

    "Honey," said Laura, now lightly massaging Meg's bare little pussy,
"whatever comes out of you, I will love. As long as you know that,
everything's okay. Okay?"

    "Okay," and the little girl renewed her efforts, her tiny asshole
blossoming, blossoming. Without waiting for any conclusion, Laura leaned in
and slowly wormed her tongue inside the expanding anus. "Ohhh!" Meg breathed.
She felt her teacher's fingers working into her squishiness, too, and now
began to get dizzy with the fullness of it all, with a building, horny heat
that was kind of scaring her.

    Sister Laura could feel the softening of Meg's insides as the girl's
climax neared. The teacher could taste the tangy difference, the spicy oil of
her impending orgasm as the girl's legs started shaking. Meg's little asshole
gripped her sliding, slithering tongue like a greasy little fist, and her
little cunt lips just wanted to swallow Laura whole.

    "Ohhhhhh, Sister, it's. . .happening. . .oooOOOOOOOOOoohhh!! Sister!!! I
don't. . .Oh! Ooohhh, Sisterrr!!!!"

    There they were at Sister Laura's library desk: little eleven-year-old
Meg bent over it, brown hair tousled, in only her shirt and one sneaker,
while Sister Laura herself, black hair in a bun, sat in a chair directly
behind the girl with her face buried deep in the girl's outstretched bottom.
Her head and neck muscles worked feverishly as the schoolgirl thrashed and
wept on the desk, her little hips jerking and spasming around her teacher's
ministrations. . .