Date: Mon, 24 May 2004 20:33:28 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Loli ch. 17

 But -- Loli.

 Funny -- she'd been such a life-changing part of my life, such a
precocious little breaker of all my long-held taboos. . .and yet here I
hadn't really even
thought of her for the last week or so!
 I thought back to the start of this very strange and wondrous summer,
when the imp had entered my life, through the back-door of my desires.
The day at
the pool, and then watching the dazzling display of her own passion as
she masturbated on my own bed! Ohh, just the thought. . .
 And now Vanessa had gone off to begin gymnastics camp. I sat in my
kitchen listening to Debussy's 'Clair de Lune', sipping my coffee and
musing on all this salacious good fortune.
 Ding-dong!
 Oh, that bright grin at the front-door window: Loli! But my scruples had
changed, somewhat. . .

 "Yaaay, you're here!" And she launched her small, firm body into my
arms. A big, long hug.
 "In, in!" And I carried the dear to the living room couch. I set her
down beside me.
 "Where's Nessa? Is she here? Where's Mr. Johnson? Can we play?"
 I smiled, and sat looking at this cute, dark bundle of energy. Her
striking blue eyes glowed in that brown face. "Which one do you want to
know?"
 She rolled her eyes. "Alll of 'em!"
 "Welll. . .Nessa is NOT here, she started Gynnastics camp today, and Mr.
Johnson is at work, and hmmm. . ."
 Loli's eyebrows rose. "What? Nobody's here, right? Soooo. . ." And with
a sly grin she began pulling up the hem of her aDORably cute orange
jumper.
 "Wait, honey."
 Her head tilted, her upward pull stopped. "What?" Her lower lip puffed
out. "You don't want to play anymore?"
 I touched her nose. "Of COURSE I want to play, Loli, you are the sexiest
thing on this PLANet, are you kidding?" She made a little moue, tossing
her short pixie locks with pride. "BUT. Hmmm. . ." I tapped my own lips.
"Here's the thing. Remember me and Nessa got married?"
 She grinned. "Yup. Mrs. and Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. But YOU're the husband,
right?"
 "Right. And my wife --"
 "That's Nessa."
 "-- right, Nessa. . .and I. . .told each other that we wouldn't. . .fool
around. . .with anybody else. You know? Like a married couple?"
 The look of skepticism on her little girl's face was priceless, and, of
course, understandable. After all, I was married already, wasn't I? And
as to fooling
around, well. . .
 "Ohhhh-kaaaay. . .soo. . .that means me too? I'm 'anybody else' too?"
 Pained, I nodded.
 "Hm." She was rather stoic. Brave girl. I watched her process this into
her own good thing, somehow. Her face went from thoughtful, to hopeful,
to what seemed like pretty perky acceptance. The little imp. "Welll. .
.can I at least stay here and tell you my adventures?"
 "Oh, honey, of Course you can!" I hugged her to me. "You are very very
important to me, you know that," I whispered. Mixed signals here?
 Loli picked them up, pronto. "Hey, you're gonna get me all. . .excited,
here."
 "Oop! Sorry, sorry." And I let her go, and sat back primly. "Your
adventures. Go ahead."
 She smiled, a sly smile that had quite a bit more behind it than I knew.
"Okay. So." She jumped up and stood before me, the prime storyteller in
action.
"You remember my aunt Rosa, right?"
 "Rosa. . .was she--"
 "Yeah, she was at the block party with my parents." She hooked her
thumbs under her jumper straps and played with them. "I told her you were
Nessa's
Mom and she thought you were very pretty."
 "Well, how nice of her. She's very pretty herself."
 "Yeah, but she's not as skinny as you."
 "Skinny?"
 "Not skinny, YOU know what I mean. But she's fatter than you."
 "Oh, she's not--"
 "She is, she's fatter. Not FAT, but she's fatter than you are. But
ANYway," and she rocked back on her heels, "she was visiting last week so
she could watch me while my Dad and Mom went on their vacation. Just for
a few days, not like a vaCAtion vacation."
 "Uh-huhh."
 "SO." And she smiled that little Loli-devil smile. "I was kinda. . .you
know, like exCITed, from when me and you and Nessa were playing, so I
wanted to see somehow if maybe Rosa wanted to play! So," and she
scampered to the TV and lay down in front of it, "I had on my T-shirt,
you know, and just my underpants, and so did she, she had on a big
football shirt, and we were watching TV one night.  ." She pulled her
dress up over her hips.
 "Ohh, Bootylicious!"
 She turned to me and smiled. "Yep, I put them on for you." She patted
her little bubblebutt. "But. . .oh well. . ." and she heaved a little
dramatic sigh, then got back to business. "Anyway. She's sitting on the
couch, like you are. OK, so you be Aunt Rosa, and this was me." And she
lies there looking at the dark TV, and starts moving her butt, just
little wiggles at first, then building to a range of constant motion --
as if she her bottom were dancing to its own interior beat. "'Cause I've
seen her, you know, looking at me sometimes," she says to the TV,
"looking at my bottom, so I'm gonna give her a little show, you know?"
 "You are a little devil, aren't you."
 "Yep. And then. . ." And she starts touching herself, through her
panties, absently; touches, scratches, pulling at the material. Her
little Bootylicious's were riding up her trim little butt, and her
intermittent ministrations were making her rippled slit quite visible
through the thin cloth. It was becoming quite an erotic sight.
 "And Finally she goes, 'Loli, what are you doing?' And I say, 'I'm all
itchy down there,' and I keep diggin'. And she goes, 'well, stop doing
that.' And I say 'but it stings.' And she says, 'well come here, let me
see.'
 "Ahh."
 Her eyes pop with triumph. "Yep! Soo. . ." and she leaps up and comes to
the couch, pulling her dress up to her chest, and her panties down to her
knees! She kneels on the couch and looks down at the poor itchy article.
Assuming a poor-confused-child air, she says, "The bubble-bath made me
stingy. It looks red. Do I have a rash? 'And she says, 'No, I don't think
so. But it IS a little red.'"
 Loli touches her finger to the puffed folds of her labia. "It feels hot.
Does it feel hot to you?" And the imp reaches for my hand and brings it
to her bare little mound. I am aware of her game -- and let her. She
touches my fingers to her slit, softly. As an aside, she concedes, "She
did this herself, I didn't take ahold of her hand like this." She holds
my hand to her for a few moments, pressing here, and here, and. . .here,
gently, then lets me go. "And she goes, 'It feels a little warm, honey,
but I think it's OK.' And I can kinda tell she's getting a little
excited, 'cause she's swallowing, and her breathing is like, kinda shaky,
and her fingers are trembly too. And her fingers keep touching me, just
really softly, but touch-touch-touch, you know? And then you know what I
do?"
 I smile. "What?"
 "I get real serious, like I'm kinda scared to ask, but I really want to
ask her, and I say, 'Tia Rosa, can I ask you something?' And she says,
'what, Loli?'
'Cause she can tell it's important. And I say, 'In school, when we're in
the locker room for gym, sometimes the other girls make fun of me.' 'Why,
honey?' 'Well.  .'"
Her acting is something, it's almost scary how she can just turn on the
scared little girl bit. "Well, 'cause. . .I'm not like the other girls,
down there. I have. . .kinda like,
droopy, floppy stuff hanging down.' 'Floppy stuff?' she says. So, I pull
off my underpants all the way," which she does, "and I open up my legs so
she can see it."

Which she also does. Which has an effect on me, too, because in addition
to the luscious sight of Loli's precious floppy little missy lips, I can
smell her. I get a whiff of
that uniquely wild and so-sexy Loli smell, as she opens herself up. I
swallow. Loli smiles.
 "And you know what she does? I can tell she's liking this, 'cause her
face is getting a little red, too. And she's looking at my. . .pussy," at
which she, too,
flushes, "and she says, 'ohh, Loli, that's just you, honey. That is
perfectly natural.' And she gives me a strange look, and then she says,
'you know why I can say that?'
 Loli, worried-little-girl, shakes her head.
 "' Because, sweetie, I have those same. . .droopy things, too!' 'You
do?!' And she's smiling and nodding. 'Can I see?'
 "Ohh, you are unbeLIEVable!"
 And Loli's so proud of this, wiggling those sexy little hips in triumph,
a little pat-pat-pat on her own puss. "I know, I know!"
 "So could you?"
 A daring little grin. "She says, 'Oh, Loli, I don't know. . .' 'Please?
Please, please, PLEASE??'"
 "Well how can she resist THAT?"
 "She can't. And, oh, I am getting so excited when she sits up and starts
to take off her underpants. My Aunt Rosa! Aunt Rosa is gonna show me her
pussy!! And she's all kind of flustered, and her face is really red, and
she says, 'Loli, this is just between us, OK? You don't tell NObody, OK?'
And I'm nodding and nodding and I'm trying not to look too excited!
 "And then she drops her underpants on the couch, and she has the Biggest
bunch of hair down there! Even more than you! It was like a little black
cat was hunched up between her legs there was so much hair! So I couldn't
help it, I reached out and touched her hair. And she like jumped, and her
arms kinda came up -- but then she stopped herself. And I was saying,
like, 'ooh, it's so pretty, and so soft', and I'm petting her little cat,
and she's just holding her arms out, and looking at me, and at me petting
her. I looked at her while I was petting her, and I said 'it feels so
good on my fingers.' And she takes this big breath, and she says, like
whispering, 'it feels good on me, too.' And we're like in a trance for
awhile, just me petting her hair, and sometimes getting my fingers in a
little deeper, and her just breathing, and holding her arms out, and
looking down at me petting her.
 "And then I say, 'can I see?' And she looks a little weird, like kinda
scared even, but she nods her head, and sits down on the couch facing me.
And then
she just. . .opens her legs. And, Mrs. Johnson, it was so . . .I don't
know how to say. Like. . .it was like ME, but all big, and gushy, and
REALLY floppy, like her
pussy thingies were so. . .wrinkly and big and lumpy. But. . ."
And she had begun, absent-mindedly, to touch herself, sliding her finger
down her slit and up. "But. . .it was this feeling, like. . .my AUNT, my
Tia Rosa, was showing me her own SELF, and she looked so, so kind of not
old, but, like she didn't play, you know? And she looked like she wasn't
sure she wanted to do this, but she DID want to do this, and it made me
really really excited, and  . .OHhh, I don't KNOW!"
 Loli was just so adorable then. I had to hold her, and I did, I just
hugged her to me, and kissed her. And kissed her again. "I DO know," I
murmured.    "And you are so adorable." And I kissed her again, and this
time we kissed, deeply, and I felt her little tongue slip into my mouth,
and I met it with mine, and sucked
on it, and we kissed for awhile. . .
 "Oh." I broke away.
 "Ohh. . ." Loli whispered. Her lips were still parted, wet. She sat back
on her heels, her rumpled dress having fallen back over her hips.She
looked at me.
"Mrs. Johnson?"
 "What, dove?"
 "Can I. . .can you. . .just. . .show me your pussy while I tell you?"
 It kind of took my breath away. Well. . .it's Loli. It's just . .
.showing. How could I not? I smiled at her, and stood. I watched her as I
reached up under
my skirt and pulled my panties down and off my feet. I held them over the
couch seat. "Is this where she put hers?" Loli nodded. I dropped my
panties on the couch,
gathered my skirt up, and sat back down facing her. She watched me bring
one leg up and place my foot on the cushion. "Okay?"
 She nodded again. "Thank you."
 "You're welcome." It was very pleasant to feel air on my now-open puss.
 Loli licked her lips and took a big breath, looking at my exposed sex.
"So pretty."
 "Thank you. So. I'm Rosa. And then?"
 She smiled. "Okay. Then. . .well, I just said, 'you're so beautiful!'
And she was so cute! She turned so red, and she had this big smile. But
also, she was kind of crying a little, too. I don't know. But then I
leaned down to her and I said, 'can I touch it?' And she kind of breathed
real big, and then she said, 'yes, Loli, you can touch it.' And her
floppies were so SOFT, like a little baby! And she made a little noise
like I thought I hurt her or something, but I think she was just getting
really excited, because her pussy was real shiny too, and it smelled
like, you know, like when we're playing, but it was really strong. Kinda
fishy, but nice though. I liked that. And I was touching her pussy a
little more, like feeling it and rubbing it a little and she was starting
to move around. . ."
 And I hadn't even noticed that I, too, was touching myself, and Loli was
watching me, and had pulled up her dress and begun masturbating herself
again. I felt myself fogging over with lust for her.
 "Mmm," she said. She walked her knees closer to me. "Please touch me,
Mrs. Johnson. Please."
 "Loli. . ."
 Her face was red. "But, see. . .when I came over here today, I wanted. .
.ohh, forget it." And she fell back on her haunches.
 "What, honey? What did you want?"
 She just sat, dejected, shaking her head.
 "No, Loli, really. I'm sorry for. . . tell me, sweetie. What? I'll try
to do it, whatever it is."
 She looked up. A little frown, then her mouth opened, then closed again.
Finally: "I wanted you to do. . .what you did to Nessa."
 "You mean. . .marry you?"
 "No, the other thing. To. . .open me up, so you can. . .go inside of
me." She blushed and looked down at her knees. Then she looked up and
blurted out,
"I wanted you to touch me all the way in."
 We sat together in silence for awhile. Then I leaned in and kissed the
top of her head. "OK. If that's what you want. I'm going to go wash my
hands. Be
sure of this when I get back." And I got up. I caught a glimpse of
ecstatic Loli teeth as I walked to the bathroom.
 And when I came back, my little Loli love was standing naked by the
couch. She looked almost shy. So small and vulnerable. . .and sassy and
sexy.
 "You're sure?"
 She nodded vigorously. "Sure am, yep."
 "Okay, baby." I lay down, and patted my thigh. "Lie down with me, and
let's play, and you can tell me the rest of your adventures."
 And with pure contentment, Loli crept onto my side, kissed my neck and
pressed her warm crotch into my hipbone.
 "Mmmm, here's my honeylamb." A quick kiss on her forehead, then I
contorted to unzip my skirt. "Just lift up, honey, so I can--" and she
did a split over my chest to accommodate, and I flipped the shed garment
away. "Okay, back." Dutiful cutie, she pressed tightly, molding herself
to the left side of my half-naked body.
 "I know you're already married, but I do love you."  And she kissed my
shoulder. "Mommy." She kissed my collarbone, my neck. I held her to me,
and
my other hand smoothed her warm flank. I felt her torso pivot, so that
her round little butt now fit into my midriff. Her left leg splayed out
to rest on the couch back.
Her head nestled  between my neck and cheek, like a violin. She had
opened herself completely to me. "Do me, Mommy." She craned her neck to
look at me, then
kissed my chin.   "Do me."
 My palm slid over her firm tummy, over that big old belly button of
hers. "Tell me what else with Rosa." My hand slid up her trim,
smoothly-muscled thigh, lightly squeezing the small quad. She giggled.
 "Hey! Okay. I wasss. . .touch-touch-touching Tia Rosa's floppy thingies
--"
 "Labia."
 "LAYbia, I was touching her LAYbia, Oooh, like that, yes,
touch-touch-touch. . ."
 "You're very wet down here, Loli dear," I murmured into her temple.
 "I knowww. . ." Her left leg went back even further as she pushed her
center into my hand. "So, I could hear Rosa getting excited, so I was
sliding my
fingers up and down, and rubbing into her, and she was getting really
slimy and . . .ohHHHhhh, wowwoww, woOOooww. . ." Her hips lifted up and
did a lazy circle,
and came down.
 "And she was saying little Spanish stuff, like 'ohh, dios mio, dios
mio', and, and 'ai, que bueno que bueno', and she kinda exploded inSIDE
her, not like, mmMMMMMmm, oooooh, not like," she was speaking a bit
faster now, "not like I'm gonna do I think really sooOOOon. . ."
 I murmured, "You ready, honey?"
 She nodded.
 "Just keep. . .keep telling me about Rosa. It might hurt some. Is that
okay?"
 "Uh-huhh. It's okay, I know. I'm ready. I'm ready, I'm ready!"
 I smiled, kissed her ear. "Alright, love." I circled Loli's little clit
nubbin, feeling her move her hips around me. "Did Rosa get to play with
You any?"
 "Oh yeah, 'cause after she exploded, she was like petting my head, and
saying 'diablita, diablita', and I said, 'Touch mine, Tia Rosa'. And her
hands caught my face up and she looked at me. And she was all. . ." She
stopped. My middle finger had sunk into the waiting room of her vagina,
rather deeper than Vanessa's. Or
mine, at her age; I was slipping in, pressing up against the soft, sturdy
wall, then slipping out and around.
 "She was all what, honey?"
 "Mmm. . .all, kind of wild-looking, and serious, but hungry, you know?"
 "Uh-huhh. . ." My other hand cupped her budding breast, and tweaked the
hard nipple.
 "OHhh. . .so, so she kinda pushed me back, and I spread my legs way
apart for her, and she said, 'Oh, Loli, que linda', and she touched me.
Kind of petting, and touching, and squeezing my . . .LAYbia. .
.oooOOOooohhh, Mommy, that feels so. . .huhhhh. . .and I said 'kiss it
like you used to kiss my bum.' 'Cause when I was little she used to play
a kissy-bummy game up and down my back, on my. . .HUHH!"
 I had broken through. Loli's raised leg came down and bent
instinctively. Her breath stopped.
 "Okay, my darling?"
 With a determined grimace, she let out a small breath, then a few quick
pants. She nodded. "Yeah, just. . .slow." Her small hand settled on my
wrist.
 I kissed her damp forehead. "Okay, baby. You're doing great." And she
was. I really felt an aura around us, a strong sense of the sacred.
Loli's beautiful, beautiful moment. I felt so blessed to have been asked.
I thought of Nessa's moment. And my own: a high school parking lot. On
gravel. NOT a loving initiation. I moved my finger very lightly, and she
took a deep breath. Her leg went back up, slowly. She nodded again.
 "It's okay," she whispered. And in a small, shaky oh-so-brave voice, she
continued her tale. "So. . .Tia Rosa leaned down, and. . .I saw her naked
bottom, she was kneeling in front of me. . .aaaand. . .huhHHHhhh, huh,
huhh. . .it's. . .it's getting so . . .it feels better now. . ."
 "Good, baby, I'm glad." My finger had begun slowly sliding in, and out,
and iiin a little further, then out again, to circle her lips, and clit,
then back in. . .
 Her hand was now stroking my forearm. "A-a-and then she was kissing my
pee-pee, my pussy, and it felt so so so good. . .and. . ." Her eyes
closed and her hips thrust upwards. "Mmmmmm!!" She swivelled her head
around and opened her mouth. I leaned in and kissed her, and she greedily
responded, moaning into my mouth. My finger was now joined by another,
and they were moving faster now, sinking easily into Loli's warm, oily
wetness. I felt her opening, felt her body relaxing, beginning to enjoy
and welcome the intimate invaders.
 She broke away briefly, panting. Her lips glistened, her blue eyes
glazed. "I feel you inside me," she murmured. "Unnhh! You're like. . .Way
inside me! Mmmnn!" Her eyes closed again. "It's so amazing. . . Uhh, uhh,
unghhHHh!!" And her hips were now rising with each thrust of my fingers.
Her eyes opened again, and grew wide. "Ohhh my God, Mrs. . . Mrs.
Johnson, I'm. . .I'm. . .!" And her eyes rolled back, while her hand
flailed like a bird, fluttering up my arm, onto her breasts to squeeze
the dark hard nipples, and to wildly stroke her belly. Her hips shook
now, spasming, abandoned. A flush spread over her whole upper body.
 "Haaaa! Haaaaa! Ah! Ah! AhhhHHHH. . ." Her cry stopped short. Both legs
pulled in on herself. Her mouth was wide open, a scream with no sound.
Her veins stood out on her neck, and her face was red. My fingers
stopped, waited, then moved again, slowly. Instantly her hips came up,
way up, and her whole
body arched itself over me, her little bubble-butt shaking, squeezed
tight, tight. I stopped moving again, and let her sink down, finally. My
fingers slid softly out of her.
 She lay, panting quietly, every muscle loose. After a few minutes, she
suddenly turned, and lay atop me, facing me. She gazed into my eyes, a
very serious
look. Then she kissed me, hard. She lifted herself up again, looked into
my eyes, and burst into tears. She buried her face in my neck.
 I stroked her damp head, her neck, her back. "Ohh, Loli, my beautiful
Loli. . .yes, that's right. Yes, honey, yes. . ."