Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2017 18:03:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Misty Meadow Subject: The Picturesque Caribbean The Picturesque Caribbean by Misty Meadow I'm sitting on the deck of my bungalow, overlooking the wide sandy beach, palms waving under the brilliant sunshine, the warm breeze gentle on my skin. I'm weaing nothing except a pair of white cotton knickers and I have to admit that I look and feel pretty sexy. I see two small figures walking along the water's edge, coming my way. They appear to be young girls and they're totally naked! Oh, what joy! I adore little girls. They get closer and I'm staring as hard as I can at them. As they come adjacent to my house, I wave at them and call, "Hello!" They look up and see me and immediately change course, heading towards me. They arrive at the steps that lead from the sand up to my deck. Oh, my God, they are both gorgeous! "Could we have a glass of water, please?" one of them asks. They appear to be about eleven or twelve years old, and they're wearing nothing but sandals and are clearly not in the least embarrassed to be out in public in the nude. "I have Coke my fridge. Come up on the deck and I'll fetch it." In a flash I'm back with two cans of cold Coke and hand them to them. "Why don't you have any clothes on?" I ask. These Caribbean beaches are mostdly topless, but residents and tourists alike wear at least a bikini bottom. "We're naturists," says one. "You know, like nudists," says the other. "We're staying down at the next house for a couple of months. My mum and dad are total nudist fans. We usually go to a naturist resort where everyone is naked, but this year we came here to the island. Dad says it's alright for us to be nude, but only on the beach." "I agree, it is alright." It's more than alright, it's rousing my inner paedophile. "Oh, this is my cousin Bianca, and I'm Bobbi." Bobbi seems to be the older of the two. "I'm Misty. Take a seat." There are white plastic garden chairs on the deck and they sit, facing me, legs casually parted so I can see their darling little cunts. Bobbi has faint swellings where her breasts will soon bud, and a barely visible wisp of blond hair above her cunt, but the other girl's chest is totally flat and her cunt is hairless. "Are you on holiday?" Bianca asks. "No, I live here year round." I wrack my brains for a way to keep the conversation going so that I can get to know them. "You know what? I think I'll follow your example and take my knickers off and get naked. After all, I'm on my own property and I can do what I like. Would you mind?" Bianca snorts. "Mind? We think everyone should be naked all the time. Go ahead, get 'em off." I stand and slowly tug my knickers down to reveal my shaved cunt. They stare at me and my tummy tingles with excitement. I love showing off my cunt to anyone, and to these lovely little girls, well, what could be more exciting? Bobbi says, "You've shaved your pubic hair off. My mum has a big hairy bush." "I hate pubic hair," I tell them, leaning back, spreading my legs running my hand over my mound in a suggestive way. "Now that you mention it, I'm getting a bit stubbly. I need to shave again." I get to my feet. "You're gonna shave right now?" asks Bianca, eyebrows raised.. "Why not? Wanna watch?" What better way to break the ice and start to create a bond with these two little angels than to let them watch me shave my pussy? "Come inside. The couch will be more comfortable for you." They follow me into the house and I fetch a can of shaving cream, a towel and my razor from the bathroom. I sit on a chair, opposite the couch, and spread my legs. I'm about to start shaving when I have an audacious idea. "Would either of you like to do it for me?" "Yeah!" they chorus enthusiastically, sliding off the couch to kneel in front of me. Bobbi grabs the can out of my hand and sprays foam all over my pubic area. "You can shave me, Bobbi, and Bianca, you can put your fingers here on my clit so it doesn't get nicked." I lean back, looking down at them, their faces wreathed with smiles. Bianca puts two fingers on my clit, sending shivers through me and Bobbi carefully drags the razor over my stubble, wiping it on the towel. It doesn't take long. She wipes the excess foam from me and I run my hand over the whole area. "Well done, girls, thank you. Now I'm nice and smooth. Here, feel." Bobbi runs her hand over the shaved area and also down over my cunt lips. "You are," she says. "Here, Bianca, feel how smooth she is." Bianca follows her cousin's lead, first stroking my mound and then running her palm over my pussy. My cunt lips tingle. "She is," she says, then looks at her friend. "You should shave yours, Bobbi, then all three of us will be nice and smooth." "Okay, but I want Misty to shave me." I'm only too delighted to oblige and I kneel between her spread legs, cover her with foam and shave the few hairs she has. Bianca is looking closely as I work, then after I wipe her clean, she checks to see if I've done a good job, running her hand all over Bobbis cunt area. They sit back on the couch and Bobbi puts her arm round Bianca's shoulders, pulling her in close. Their legs are carelessly, or perhaps deliberately, spread with one of Bobbi's thighs draped over Bianca's. It's an incredibly erotic sight and now I'm getting quite aroused. Bianca giggles and says, "This is awesome. We've known you less than ten minutes and already we're touching your . . . " ". . .My cunt," I say, hoping that they'll call it that because the sound of the "C" word coming from a preteen will thrill me. "Yeah, your cunt. It's not the first time we've touched a cunt though, is it Bobbi?" Bobbi grins. "We touch each others cunts all the time." I should be shocked that these two lovely preteens have been playing little sex games together, but given their boldness, their lack of inhibitions, their delight in showing off their private parts, I'm not altogether surprised. Furthermore, if I'd had a cousin as gorgeous as either of these girls when I was their age, I'd have been all over her, touching her cunt and more. "We wanna be lesbians when we grow up," says Bianca. without batting an eyelid. "Why wait?" I ask. "How old are you?" "Twelve," says Bobbi. "Eleven," says Bianca. "I was totally gay when I was your age. I'd touch the cunt of anyone who'd let me, and a lot of girls let me, believe me." They giggle. "And I used to lick them too and they loved it. Have you two been licked yet?" I'm pushing the envelope here, but this is an opportunity not to be missed. They look at each other. "Not yet," says Bianca. "We French kiss, but only on the mouth." "Show me." They embrace, lips pressed firmly to each other and I can see their mouths are open and some heavy tongue work is going on. My pussy is getting wet and I'm sufficiently aroused to throw caution to the winds. Still kneeling between Bobbi's legs, I lean forward and genly kiss her cunt. They break apart stare down at me intently. "That was better than being kissed on the lips," Bobbi says, then looks at her cousin, "but I still like kissing you, Bianca." Bianca makes eye contact with me and says, "Holy cow! You really like doing that, don't you?" I nod my head. "Would you like me to do it to you?" She spreads her legs as wide as they'll go, invinting me in, and I repeat my gentle assault I made on Bobbi for her, reveling in the delicous faint aroma of her young cunt. "Ooh, Misty, that feels awesome! It makes me wanna pee." I momentarily think about inviting her to pee straight into my mouth, but that's perhaps a bit too kinky for an eleven year old girl whom I met not fifteen minutes ago, but then I have another idea. "If you can hold it, later we'll go for a swim and you can pee in the sea." Secretly I want her to do that so I can put my hand between her legs as she does it and feel her warm pee flowing out. "Yeah," says Bianca, "the cold water always makes me pee more." But now I have a more exciting idea. "But on the other hand, I was thinking I'd like to see you both pee on the beach. Just stand there with your legs spread and pee on to the sand. I'd wanna take a picture of it." "Cool!" says Bobbi. "Bianca likes to let me watch her when she pees, so yeah, take a picture of her, and me too. We'll be happy to pee for you. Will you put the pictures on the internet? Wouldn't that be awesome, Bianca, the whole world looking at our cunts as we pee?" "I wish," I tell her, "but most pictures of naked girls are considered child porn. If you wanna get on the internet, I'll lend you some knickers and then take some pictures and we'll all stay out of jail." The idea of these two sexy little sluts wearing my knickers thrills me. I'll wear them myself afterwards without washing them. "I really gotta pee," says Bianca, "like now." I stand, hold out my hand and pull her to her feet. Bobbi also stands, and having collected my camera I lead them across the deck and down on to the sand. The beach is deserted. Clear of the house I ask them to stand side by side, arms round each other's shoulders, legs slightly parted, hips thrust forward. "Okay," I say, aiming the camera, "go ahead and pee." I get about half a dozen shots before the girls are empty. For the final two, I drop to my knees in front of them, just out of range of their pee, shooting from a now angle. We look at the screen and scroll through them. They're deliciously erotic pictures, two little preteens smiling happily at the camera as twin streams of pee arc out on to the sand. A pee lover's dream! (Did I tell you I'm a pee lover?) I lead them back into the house and into my bedroom. I open my dresser drawer and extract two pairs of plain white cotton knickers. I'm pretty petite so they won't be too big for the girls. "Put these on and I'll take some pictures of you that can go on the internet." They dress excitedly and I have them stand them side by side, arms around each others shoulders, smiling broadly. I shoot from several angles. Then I ask Bobbi to pull Bianca's knickers down but not quite enough to let her cunt be seen. Bobbi kneels and obliges as Bianca looks down, grinning. "Your turn Bianca," I say and she repeats the scenario with Bobbi. "That's about as far as I dare go," I tell them. "Anything more daring could get us into trouble." Bianca stands and they embrace, arms around each other, their bodies pressed together, each with a thigh between the other's, and kiss again, long and hard. I take a final picture. "We ought to get back," Bobbie says. "Mum and Dad will be wondering where we got to." They take the knickers off, hand them to me and I put them back in the drawer. Wearing them later will feel naughty. They lead me down the beach to where they're staying. I'm still wearing nothing. On the deck of their holiday cabin, Bobbi introduced me to her parents. Her father's unabashedly naked, his fat belly hanging over the small cock that peeps out of his pubic hair. Her mother's in the nude too but she's too overweight for my taste. Two little naked preteens can be thrilling, but the rest of the world can keep its clothes on as far as I'm concered. "We were wondering where you were," her father says. "They came past my house," I tell him, "along the beach, the next one down, and they looked kinda dehydrated so I offered them a Coke, and we hung out for a while. I hope that's okay? They introduced me to the joys of naturism. I have to confess, being naked gives one a delicious sense of freedom." "That was very kind of you and no, it's no problem. Sometimes they get a bit bored round here, so now, if they have a place to hang out, that's fine." "In that case, girls, you wanna stop by after lunch and we can swim. Bring your bikini bottoms." They look blank. "Why?" Bianca asks. "We might wanna go into town. I have some shopping to do." I look at their dad and he nods. "Anything to keep them busy," he says. Oh, shit, this is perfect. I have their parents permission to spend time alone with them and I intend to exploit it to the full. If I were a guy, would they be so trusting? I doubt it. They'd suspect that I'm some kind of paedophile, nursing dark ideas of doing forbidden things to his niece and daughter. They'd certainly not leave them alone with me. Thank God I'm a girl. ________________________________________________________ After I go home and have lunch, I take a nap and I'm awakened by the sound of the fridge door closing. I get up and go into the kitchen. Bobbi and Bianca are there, still naked, two bikini bottoms lying on the kitchen table. They've popped two Coke cans. "The door was open so we just came in," says Bobbi. "We didn't know you were home." "You should have crept into my bedroom, crawled quietly into my bed and kissed me awake." "On the lips?" asks Bianca, smirking. "Or the cunt," suggests Bobbi. "Your choice, ladies. Come with me." I lead them into my bedroom. I open my knicker drawer and extract a pair of whispy see through knickers, little more than two triangles of some synthetic material that are about as clear as a window pane that hasn't been cleaned since yesterday. I pull them on, sit on the end of the bed and lie back. "Can you see my cunt, girls?" "Clear as day, says Bianca. "I wish I had knickers like that." "If you're a good girl, I'll give you these." "What do I have to do to be good?" she asks. "You'll figure it out. Now, where's that skirt?" In the closet I find a denim skirt that's so short, it barely covers my bum. It has three buttons down the front. I put it on and top it off with a loose camisole of white silk and one can either look at my tits down the front when I lean forward, or just simply gaze at my nipples, visible through the material. "We're gonna go bar crawling along the beach and see if we can pick up a lesbian to bring home and have fun with. If you wanna grow up to be lesbians, you have to learn what lesbians like to do. This'll be your chance to learn. Put your bikini bottoms on and let's go." We drive into town in my jeep, the wind blowing our hair wildly, and leave the vehicle in a car park adjacent to the beach. We walk on to the sand where a dozen or so beach bars are located, most of them little more than a tikis, thatched with palm fronds to shelter the bar, but some are more elaborate, with platforms for dancing and dining. The first two have hardly any customers, but the third, bigger than the others, has a long bar and a dozen tables. We find three adjacent stools at the bar and sit down. I order elaborate fruit drinks with umbrellas for the girls and a Cuba libre for myself. I swivel round, lean back with my elbows on the bar and scan the field. There are several couples, a few single guys and one girl, sitting alone at a table. Why haven't any of the guys snagged her? Because she's gay, I'm guessing. My gaydar is pinging. "Watch this, girls," I whisper to them. Surreptitiously I unfasten the bottom button of my skirt and spread my knees about a foot apart. All the guys are staring, but I ignore them, gazing at the lone girl. She soon notices me and her eyes go big. Oh, yeah, she's gay alright. Her jaw drops and then we make eye contact. I smile. She gets to her feet and comes over to us. "Can I buy you a drink?" I ask her. "Sure," she says in an American accent. "I'll have what you're having." She can't help looking down between my legs where my cunt has no hiding place under my transparent knickers. She licks her lips. "Nice panties," she remarks. "Some days I don't wear any panties at all," I respond. "I like to hang out in the nude, like my two little friends here." The girls grin. "They call themselves 'naturists' but I think they just like to get their clothes off to show off their cunts." The girls giggle, not at all embarrassed. "If you think they look sexy now, you should see them cavorting on the beach in their birthday suits, letting everyone look at them. I absolutely adore them." The woman's expression changes to one of mild disgust. "Are you into little girls, then?" "Aren't you? Isn't everyone? Little girls are so cute and these two are sexy as well." She takes a step back. "You can cancel that drink," she says. "I'm not some kind of fucking pervert!" She strides back to her table and sits, her back to us, radiating disapproval. "Ah well, girls, some you win, some you lose. Nevertheless we did manage to demonstrate the power of a pair of see-through knickers. Let's go swim, I need to cool off." Disappointing, but then, on the other hand, I'm not so sure my little friends are ready for an orgy, yet. Even our current threesome will have to be carefully managed. Out on the sand their bikini bottoms are immediately discarded and I drop my skirt and take off my camisole, folding them carefully in a pile. We run into the delightfully warm water and play splashing games. Chest deep in the water, I announce, "I'm gonna pee. Gimme your hand, Bobbi." I place it between my legs and let my pee flow. "Feel that?" She grins at me. "It's nice and warm." "Let me! Let me!" Bianca calls, pushing her cousin's hand away and replacing it with her own. As my pee slows to a trickle, she presses her palm against the flimsy material of my knickers, feeling my cunt with her fingers. I have no option but to do the same to her, feeling between her legs and probing with my middle finger. "Feel me, Misty," Bobbi begs, standing close, her legs spread. My heart fluttering, I reach down and cup her cunt. Until now, I've only briefly kissed their cunts, just a friendly peck, so to speak, my now I'm eagerly groping them in an overtly sexual way, and Bianca's fingers are diligently exploring me. People on the beach can clearly see us from the chest up, but have no idea that beneath the waves, two preteen girls are being sexually molested. We play like this for several minutes, Bobbi taking over from Bianca to help drive me towards my iminent orgasm, while both my hands are occupied with them. Despite being underwater, their touch is enough to bring on an orgasm that makes my knees buckle. "What happened?" Bianca asks. "We made her cum," Bobbi says. "You did!" I grunt, fighting for breath. "You gave me my first underwater cum. It was awesome!" Once I've recovered, we stride through the little surf waves to the sand and look for our clothes. They've vanished! Shit! Someone has nicked them, bikini bottoms and all. "This is a bummer," says Bianca. "Dad's gonna be mad." "Don't worry, I'll buy you both new bikinis." "And we'll throw away the tops," says Bobbi, smirking. Singles and families alike, camped out on the sand, stare as we weave our way throught them back to the car park, but no one says anything. I'm torn between embarrassment at wearing wet see through knickers and pride at showing off my cunt, flanked by two naked little girls. We drive back to my house and the girls run inside. I follow them and find them already in my bedroom. Bianca is half sitting, half lying against the headboard and Bobbi is sitting between her legs with her back to her. Bianca reaches down, hooks her hands under Bobbi's knees and pulls her legs open as wide as they'll go, to almost one eighty degrees. Bobbi leans back, a dazzling smile on her face. It's a pose that just screams "Look at my cunt!". And I do. I stand staring at it and though I've been looking at it for most of the day, presented like this I'm seeing more than just a naked preteen girl. I see a child, until today innocent, naive, vulnerable, a child who's recently become aware that she's capable of arousing other people and this power thrills her, excites her, sexually arouses her. Before she can move, I find my camera and take some shots from different angles and one close up, in which the viewfinder is completely filled by her cunt, glistening with drops of moisture. That's going to look fantastic on my big lap top screen. "Oh, Misty," Bobbi says, "I wish there were a way to put this picture on the internet. I can tell from your face that I look super sexy and I want the whole world to look at me and at my cunt with the same longing that you do." "Me, too," says Bianca, pushing Bobbi away and rolling on to all fours, facing away from me with her bum up in the air and her cunt and rosebud lewdly displayed. Bobbi positions herself similarly, beside her and I take pictures of both their rear ends. It's utterly erotic and I can feel my cunt juice soaking through my knickers and running down my thigh. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" I whisper, awe struck. "I could easily cum, hands off, from just looking at you darling little sluts." "We're sluts, we're sluts," sings Bianca. "I've always wanted to be a slut." "And you're my sluts. Now that I think about it, I have a friend who once told me something about the dark net where it was possible to exchange child porn pix. I'm gonna send her an email and ask her to elaborate. Who knows, maybe there's a safe way for you to exhibit yourself to thousands, maybe millions of child lovers out there? Wouldn't that be awesome?" They invent more poses for the camera each more lascivious than the last, until Bobbi says, "We should take pictures of you. If we're gonna be on the internet, we want you to be there with us." A silver thread of lust snakes through my abdomen. To be seen by the world with these two delicious sex kittens, proudly showing of my own cunt with theirs, would be marvelous. I drag my knickers off. The sea water has dried from them but the front triangle is sopping wet with my cunt juice. Bianca grabs the camera and aims as I sit on the bed, legs akimbo, my upper body leaning back on my arms. Then I Iie on my back, my knees round my ears, my bum elevated for maximum exposure. Bobbi gets on the bed and lies on her back while I go down with a knee on one side of her her head, my other foot on the other side as she gazes up adoringly at my cunt, her hand on my thigh, her fingertips half an inch from my treasure. She takes the camera as Bianca sits cross legged, her cunt displayed, and I stand with one foot on her shoulder as she looks up at my cunt, an expression of pure love on her face. "Now a love triangle," I say. "Talk among yourselves for a minute." I go to look for my camera tripod and find it in a closet. I come back to find my girls lying head to toe, their faces buried between each other's thighs in the classic sixty nine pose, though I don't think they're doing it entirely for the camera. Neverthless, I get several glorious pictures that'll provide masturbation material for years to come. I get on the bed with them and they make room for me. They don't need to be told what to do. Bobbi pushes my thighs apart while she opens her legs for Bianca and I pull on Bianca's ankles to swing her body round so my tongue can reach her cunt. We go to work, licking, lapping, sucking, fingering, doing everything we can think of to arouse eah other. I push my head farther down and lick Bianca's rosebud, then see from the corner of my eye that she's doing the same to Bobbi, who gets the idea and does it to me. No one one could possibly do this for long without cumming. I feel the wave building, the roar of distant surf getting louder, the fire in my cunt blazing higher and higher until I'm swept up, floating in a cloud of pussy aroma to where nothing exists but the cunts of two little girls offered to me without reservation and I explode, like a great big star shell at a fireworks display, my body twitching, my toes curling and my cunt pouring its flood of juice into Bobbi's hungry mouth. Slowly I come back down to earth. "I came girls, you both made me cum and sent me to heaven." "Bobbi make you cum, not me," says Bianca. ""No, you were a part of it, my darling," I tell her. "Licking cunt is just as exciting as being licked. I'll prove it. Everyone change ends." We swivel round through one eighty degrees and now I'm ready to eat Bobbi, she's already started licking Bianca, who pushed her face between my thighs and goes to work. Three minutes later, we're all lying on our backs, panting as we recover. "I came!" says Bobbi. "Me too!" Bianca asserts. "Oh, shit!" I say. "What's up?" "I forgot to set the camera timer. Never mind, we'll just do the whole thing over again, okay?" "OKAY!" They chorus. ___________________________________________________________ The next morning I find my friend has emailed me with a long list of intructions. I have to download a programme for which she's sent me the link and then I need to follow a set of complicated steps. She suggests that for additional safety that I get rid of the lap top afterwards so I can never be caught in possession of child pornography. I do as she instructs, but first I download all my pictures on to a thumb drive which I put into a ziploc bag, which I'll bury later. Mid morning, Bianca and Bobbi come skipping down the beach dressed in - guess what? - nothing, of course. They run to me and climb all over me. I hug and kiss them and go inside to sit on the couch and let them play with my tits. "I have good news. We're on the dark net. As I speak, paedophiles all over the world are looking at our cunts and masturbating." "Can we see?" demands Bobbi. "Last chance," I say, opening my laptop and running through the procedure to get on into the dark net. I find our web page and there we are, two lovely little cunts and one big one, presented freely and willingly to anyone who knows how to access them. They'll be passed from hand to hand round the world. I scroll through the whole collection. "Fuckin' awesome!" Bobbi breathes. "We're porn stars," Bianca crows. I explain that this is the last chance to see the pictures as I'm gonna have to ditch the lap top. "One more time," Bobbi pleads and I start the slide show again, my fingers pressing into the cunts of my two little angels as Bobbi fingers mine and Bianca pinches my nipples. Then we take the lap top down the beach and wade into the water, up to our arm pits. I throw the lap top as far out into the sea as I can. We wade back out and sit on the sand. "So we can't take any more dirty pictures?" Bianca asks, plaintively. I think about it. "Why not? I'll have to buy a new lap top, but it'll be worth it. I"ll buy it with cash under a false name, and set up new eamail accounts with different fake names and upload the pics from a computer in the lirary. We should take lots and lots of pictures, hundreds, thousands. It could take days, weeks even." "We're here for two months," Bobbi reminds me. Bianca nods in agreement. "Well, let's get to work, then." The end. Email me at twinkletwat.um@yahoo.com. I will respond.